Liana’s POV
They say boardrooms are sterile and cold but this one feels like a battlefield. The long glass table gleams like a mirror, reflecting faces that used to nod when I spoke, used to smile when I entered the room. Now, they look at me like I’m a liability.
A storm is gathering behind every polite expression. I can feel it in the air and the hum of restraint, the sharpened edges of words not yet spoken.
“Let’s bring this meeting to order,” says Clara Lin, our interim chair. Her tone is brittle, too precise. “The motion on the table concerns the question of leadership stability within Z-Core Holdings.”
My fingers tighten around the pen in my hand. Leadership stability. That’s their sanitized term for a coup.
It started two days ago and whispers in the hallways, phone calls that
