A crown belongs to the man who can hold it, not the wolves who try to tear it apart.
The glass walls of the executive boardroom felt less like a corporate suite and more like a transparent cage. Sarah Vance sat at the long table, her fingers pressed tightly into her palms as the door opened. She had spent months fighting a losing battle to preserve their father's legacy, but nothing prepared her for the sight of her brother walking through the doorway. Ethan did not look like a man who had spent three years trapped in a medical coma. His posture was perfectly rigid, his face completely unreadable, and he possessed a cold demeanor that instantly commanded the entire room.
"You look exhausted, Sarah," Ethan said, closing the heavy glass door softly behind him.
Sarah stood up so fast her l
