Christopher
I sit at the head of the long conference table, fingers drumming against the polished wood.
My heartbeat thunders in my chest, but I keep my face calm and controlled. This is my house. My company. I can’t afford to lose my cool—not now, not with the sharks circling.
One by one, they walk in: shareholders, board members, vultures in tailored suits, their faces unreadable but their intentions clear. Power. Money. Control.
Sebastian strolls in next, flanked by a man he introduced to me as Eric.
Eric has the kind of face that’s hard to trust—sharp, calculating eyes, a permanent smirk etched on his lips. My stomach churns as I watch them settle into their seats.
Across the room, I catch Celeste’s gaze. Her calm exterior doesn’t fool me. The way she fiddles with her pen, the sl
