Chapter 105

The next morning, the boardroom gleamed with glass and steel, but the air was thick with something rotten. The long polished table reflected the overhead lights, but not even the shine could mask the tension humming through the walls.

Outside, the flash of cameras had already set the tone. Paparazzi clustered at the building’s steps, capturing every moment as Greg strutted up with Vanessa on his arm. She paused deliberately, tilting her head just enough for the photographers to catch her diamond bracelet sparkling under the sun. Her laugh, shrill and practiced, echoed against the marble as if the day itself belonged to her.

Inside, silence.

Greg strolled into the boardroom like he owned the place, his arrogance louder than the click of his designer shoes against the marble floor. His suit wasn’t just tailored, it screamed excess, stitched in a shade of navy so sharp it made some of the older directors squint. He tugged Vanessa forward, displaying her as though she were part of his new