LOGINCHAPTER 31"The votes have been counted."Those words just… hung there. They really did. You could practically *feel* them hanging there, wouldn't budge, you know?Nobody moved. Not Andrew, not Daniel, not even Victoria. Nancy felt her fingers clench together, a nervous habit, but she managed to stay perfectly still, her eyes glued to the chairman. Honestly, a tiny part of her was dying to sneak a peek at Andrew.The chairman glanced down at the paper again, then back up. "For the motion to transfer executive authority…" He paused, letting the suspense build, his voice slow and steady. "…the board is divided."A ripple of unease actually swept through the room. It definitely wasn't relief, not even close. Nancy's breath caught in her throat for just a second.He continued, "However… the motion does not reach the required majority."And then, silence. Again. Still, no one jumped up or anything. It was like the news itself needed a minute to settle in properly.Nancy turned her head jus
Chapter 30Entering the boardroom at Cross Enterprises felt different this time. It was quieter, almost subdued, but not exactly empty, a weight hung in the air, a palpable tension that settled over the room before anyone spoke.Andrew walked in, and without any formal announcement, every head turned. Chairs shifted subtly as he entered, followed by glances around the table. Then, the room fell back into its hushed state. He didn't pause or acknowledge the subtle shift he'd caused. He walked in, measured and composed, as if it were just another ordinary Tuesday meeting.Nancy trailed a step behind him, moving a little slower. She didn't quite fit in this space, and everyone knew it, but no one acknowledged it. Victoria was already seated to the side, her posture perfect, her fingers resting lightly on the polished table. She looked up as Andrew entered, her eyes meeting his just for a second before she offered him a small, almost imperceptible nod.Daniel sat directly across from Andr
CHAPTER 29The conference room started to fill with people trickling in. It wasn't like there was a formal summons or a set time, yet they showed up anyway, one by one, quietly. Andrew stood near the head of the table, a still figure, his jacket on. You could tell by his posture that he was holding back a lot of tension, making it hard to figure out exactly where the strain was coming from. Nancy, on the other hand, stayed on the fringes, not exactly hiding, but just not wanting to be in the spotlight. Lydia, always the picture of efficiency, flitted in and out, her voice a low murmur as she guided people."They'll come," she whispered at one point, pausing beside Andrew."They already are," he replied.A board member walked in, then another, and then two more. Victoria arrived not long after, slipping into the room as if she’d always been meant to be there. Her eyes met Andrew's for just a second, a small nod, and that was it. Nancy watched it all unfold: the hushed conversations,
CHAPTER 28The quiet didn't stick around, did it? It never really does. By late morning, the penthouse was starting to hum, not just waking up, but moving with purpose. Phones were buzzing against marble, their vibrations a subtle thrum in the air. Message alerts chimed in sharp bursts, names dropping in quick, unfinished whispers, like smoke from a just-struck match.Andrew had already migrated to the living area, his jacket now slung over his broad shoulders, sleeves straightened with a crisp snap. He looked ready to storm a boardroom, even though he hadn't moved an inch from his sun-drenched spot.Nancy noticed, her gaze tracing the sharp lines of his posture. "You dress differently when you're trying to win," she remarked, her voice light but with a hint of challenge.Andrew didn't look up from his phone. "I'm always trying to win.""Not like this."That made him pause. Just for a second, his thumb hovered mid-scroll. Then, a notification sliced through the air, a sharp chime, fol
CHAPTER 27Morning arrived, not with a gentle touch, but simply, quietly. The first hint of gray light, like a muted watercolor wash, seeped through the penthouse blinds, stretching long, indistinct stripes across the rumpled sheets. Andrew was already awake, perched on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, his phone held loosely but unlooked at. The screen’s cool, sterile glow reflected in his eyes, a stark blue against the room's deepening shadows.A list of names waited, and he didn't scroll. The sheer weight of each one pressed down on him, like unseen hands holding him in place. Then, a soft, yet certain knock sliced through the quiet. "Andrew?" It was Nancy.He let out a ragged breath. "Yeah." The door cracked open, and she stepped in, her hair still mussed from sleep, carefully balancing two steaming mugs that carried the faint, comforting scent of chamomile. "You've been up long?" she asked."A while." She glanced at his phone, noting the white-knuckle grip, then met his e
Chapter 26The penthouse didn’t settle.It shifted into something quieter. Focused.Victoria had claimed one end of the room, phone pressed to her ear, voice low but edged with steel.“No, I’m not asking you to decide now… I’m asking you to remember who built the company.”A pause on the line, heavy with unspoken calculations.Then, “Yes. Tomorrow.”She hung up without another word and immediately dialed again, fingers flying across the screen.Andrew stood near the table, the document still splayed before him, though he wasn’t reading it anymore. He already knew every line by heart, every calculated threat etched into his mind.Nancy watched him from the kitchen counter, arms loosely folded, weight shifted to one leg in that casual, observant stance of hers.“You’re not going to sit?” she asked, her tone light but probing.“I’m fine.”“You’ve been standing in the same spot for ten minutes.”“I’m thinking.”“That again.”Andrew glanced at her, a flicker of amusement cutting through th







