Ryan’s POVThe tension in the boardroom behind closed doors was suffocating, the kind of heavy silence that presses against your chest and makes you wonder if breathing too loudly will betray your presence.The formalities had ended, Maximilian had left the room, and the members were no longer bound by protocol.Words were sharper now, honesty unfiltered, and I sat quietly in a corner, absorbing every nuance.It wasn’t subtle anymore. The murmurs and careful glances of past meetings had transformed into candid assessments.I could hear it, the undercurrent of resentment, irritation, and finally, fury, not at the world, but at the man who had spent decades pretending he ruled it.Maximilian’s removal wasn’t just being discussed, it was being orchestrated, methodically, and without mercy.I leaned back slightly, watching the board members speak freely, the weight of what I was hearing settling over me.Years of coercion, bullying, and subtle intimidation, they had tolerated it, they had
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