Liana’s POV
The boardroom feels like a courtroom. Even the glass walls can’t hide the weight pressing down on the twenty-seventh floor of Z-Core Tower.
The city sprawls below, a glittering network of lights and consequence, and I’m sitting at the center of it where judgment is about to fall.
The long mahogany table gleams under the recessed lights, surrounded by faces that used to smile at me during champagne launches and quarterly wins. Now they stare as if I’m a contagion that might spread.
Alan Greaves, acting chairman since Stanley’s arrest, clears his throat and leans forward. “This emergency session of the board is now in order,” he says in his slow, self-important drawl. “Our single agenda item: a vote of confidence or lack thereof in Miss Liana Holt’s position as Chief Executi
