Elena's POV
The silence in the executive corridor after the private elevator doors closed was heavy, almost suffocating.
I stood near the central reception desk, holding the leather briefing folder against my chest. The usual steady rhythm of the office had been completely disrupted. Normally, Mr. Vance—or Mr. Knight, as the board members often addressed him—left the building with an unhurried, commanding presence.
Today was completely different.
Something...
Felt different.
Mr. Knight usually left the office looking calm.
Today...
He looked...
Dangerous.
His jaw was clenched.
His movements sharper.
Almost rushed.
Even his eyes...
They weren't the same.
There was a dark, storm-like intensity in his gaze—a sharp, predatory focus that made my breath catch in my throat. It was
