ARTHUR
The room went silent. My brow raised slightly.
A small screen was set at the center, just enough for everyone to see.
“So what's this?” I asked.
“This…”James paused.
A video began playing.
He stood at the head of the conference table, remote in hand, his expression unreadable. The woman stood beside him.
“Since transparency seems to be our theme today,” He continued calmly, “I believe the board deserves clarity.”
The timestamp read 11:43 p.m.
My jaw tightened.
The footage showed my private archive office. Stella opened the door with a spare key and stepped inside.
A murmur rippled across the room.
My pulse didn’t rise.I simply watched.
Stella moved toward the drawer where James had claimed he’d forgotten something. Her movements were smooth.
She opened the drawer. R
