JADEN.
The elevator doors slid open with a cold metallic hiss.
I walked straight into the boardroom in a hurry without exchanging pleasantries.
Every member of the Ravenhold board was already seated, looking all furious, like they’d been waiting to tear into flesh.
My flesh.
The moment I took my seat at the head of the long glass table, the Chairman — Harold Breckman — slammed a stack of printed reports down so hard the pages scattered.
“Mr. Astor,” he barked, “explain to us why we woke up to a nationwide scandal tied directly to the CEO of a security-tech empire.”
“We’re handling it,” I replied calmly.
“You’re not handling it,” another board member snapped. “The timing couldn’t be worse. Not with the Nexus project entering the intelligence-verification phase.”
I lifted a brow.
