Chapter 7 - The Revenge Plan

The morning light poured through the tall glass of the Veylen Global boardroom and painted the table a hot gold. The color should have made people smile. Instead, it made the room feel too bright for what sat inside it—a dozen important faces and a single table where reputations could be lifted—or crushed.

Elara stood at one end, laptop open, slides ready. Her hands trembled a little when she moved the mouse. The wood of the long table felt cool beneath her fingers. The projector hummed like a small, patient engine. Na para bang kahit anong oras pwedeng pwede ka nilang kainin dahil sa mga titig ng mga 'to.

When the door opened, the room tightened.

Adrian Veylen stepped in like a man who owned not only the building but the air inside it. His suit was black at saktong sakto lang ang dating. He held a cup of coffee the way other people held a weapon—calm and sure.

“Good morning,” he said. The words rolled across the room and settled. “Let’s make this quick.”

Everyone straightened, like s