AUTHOR’S POV. The boardroom was filled long before the meeting officially began, yet there was an unmistakable tension hanging in the air, thick and suffocating, as if everyone present could feel that something was about to go terribly wrong. Murmurs passed between board members, hushed conversations layered with unease, eyes flicking repeatedly toward the empty head seat at the far end of the long polished table. Xavier’s seat. Still empty. One of the older board members cleared his throat, glancing at his watch. “It’s unlike him to be late,” he muttered, though his voice carried just enough for those closest to him to hear. Another leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Given the rumors circulating… I’m not entirely surprised.” “What rumors?” “That he’s ill. Seriously ill.” Before the conversation could deepen, the doors to the boardroom opened. All heads turned. Lilith walked in first, composed, elegant, her chin lifted with quiet confidence, and beside her… a man no one i
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