The boardroom was nearly empty when Elena finally let herself breathe.
The victory was fresh, almost surreal—the kind of win that should’ve brought relief. But as she looked over at Killian, seated in his rightful place with his shoulders squared and face drawn in hard lines, she knew better.
There was no room for celebration. Not yet.
“We won,” she said softly, placing a hand on the back of his chair.
He nodded once, slowly. “For now.”
Dante leaned against the far wall, arms crossed as his gaze tracked the last remaining board members filtering out of the room. “Thompson, Chen, and Leonard will be escorted to holding by private security until legal authorities arrive. And the audio’s already been sent to our federal contacts—anonymously.”
“Good,” Killian muttered. “We control the narrative before Victor gets a chance to spin it.”
Reid entered then, his expression unreadable. “I just got off the phone with our legal team. It won’t be easy to prosecute without Victor physically present
