“Any objection?” Alexander asked, staring daggers at the people around him, sending shivers down their spines.
The room grew quieter, the air thick with unspoken fears. The executives exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of his words pressing down on them.
Some had already begun to distance themselves from Gerald, but the evidence of their loyalty to him couldn't be overlooked.
An older board member, Mr. Carlisle, cleared his throat, his voice a brittle echo in the stillness. Mr. Carlisle had been with the company since the days of Alexander’s grandfather. His loyalty was not just to the Evans name but to the legacy he believed Gerald had preserved, albeit through questionable means.
“You can't do this, Alexander,” he said, his voice tinged with both desperation and defiance. “We've be
