There was a beat of hesitation — executives glancing at each other, uncertain if they’d heard correctly. But one look from him was enough. The shuffle began immediately. Papers gathered, chairs scraped, doors clicked.
In seconds, it was just the two of us. The silence between us was sharp.
He loosened his tie and looked at me across the table. “You want to tell me what that was?”
“You tell me,” I shot back, refusing to look away. “Because from where I’m sitting, you’ve been making quiet moves I didn’t sign off on.”
He exhaled, slow and deliberate, then rounded the table, his steps unhurried. “And what kind of moves would those be, Ms. Legend? You’ve been quiet all morning. Distant. You show up to my meeting throwing words like takeover around — do you think I wouldn’t notice something’
