James’ Point of View “Sir, I have something urgent—” Ryan’s voice cut through the meeting, but I didn’t lift my head. The conference room was packed, and the discussion was nearing its peak. Numbers, projections, and strategies. This was what mattered. This was how empires were built. Not whatever my assistant thought was worth interrupting me for. “Ryan, not now,” I said flatly, my eyes still on the presentation.Ryan hesitated. “But, sir—”“I said not now,” I repeated, this time more firmly, keeping my focus on the charts in front of me. The profits from the last quarter had exceeded expectations, but there were gaps—minor inefficiencies that needed addressing. That was the priority.Then, suddenly, Ryan raised his voice. “It’s the divorce papers, sir.”I froze. The room grew silent. A few people exchanged glances, unsure of what to do. Divorce papers? I slowly lifted my eyes and met Ryan’s. He stood there, holding a brown envelope, his face pale but determined. The shock on my
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