DOMINIC'S POV
The room emptied like a theater at the end of a movie but I sat frozen, the cold envelope in my hand, though I hadn't looked at it in a few minutes. My gaze was in a space somewhere between the very waxed mahogany table and the vacant area that now held the boardroom space. It was done. I knew it. The silence that followed the vote was more deafening than any scandal, more deafening than any PR noise.
I didn't move. Couldn't. I heard the soft cadence of footsteps. Mr. Raymond passed beside me, catching a passing second's look, his mouth working, "I'm sorry," as if a benediction I had not desired. I did not answer. He did try to wait. That seat on the other side of the room was empty now, Liana had stormed out without so much as a backward glance. That hurt worse than the wo
