Sylvester sat frozen for a moment, still staring at the closed door Georgia had just walked out of. His mind was racing. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the weight of everything crashing over him like a wave. His palms were damp, his heart pounding rapidly.
"Sir... what should we do now?" his secretary asked softly, still standing by the door, visibly shaken by what had happened.
Sylvester blinked, dragging a hand down his face. "Cancel the board meeting. For now." He instructed.
"Cancel?" His secretary echoed.
"Yes, cancel it. Tell them... tell them we’re having a technical delay, or something. I need time to fix this mess."
"Understood, sir," His secretary nodded, already pulling out his phone.
Sylvester rose slowly from his chair and began pacing the office, running a hand throug
