(Ethan's POV)
The boardroom was quiet, deceptively quiet. It wasn't the calm of resolution; it was the stillness that comes right before the next wave of chaos hits. Marcus and Eleanor's exposure had sent tremors through Wolfe Holdings, and every subtle vibration was now amplified. Ethan leaned against the edge of the polished conference table, scanning the room, taking it all in—the hesitant glances, the shifting postures, and the silent calculations behind each eye.
Even in victory, the air carried danger. Every ally, every executive, every seemingly loyal hand might now be a question mark. The network of betrayal was far from untangled.
