Declan sat through the meeting in silence. Board members and stakeholders argued back and forth, voices rising and falling, but he remained unmoved. Every now and then, he sensed eyes drifting toward him. Measuring, gauging, waiting for a reaction. None came. Somehow, he was still in the restaurant. Still watching the killer. All he could do then—and now—was grit his teeth in slow, grinding agony. Waiting. Waiting until he had her in his clutches. “Declan, are you following?” The voice cut through his thoughts. He snapped out of his musings, lifting his gaze to find ten pairs of eyes fixed on him. Watching. Expectant. “I didn’t have to be here for this meeting, did I?” The domineering CEO mask slid back into place with cool, effortless ease. A few mouths opened, prepared to refute him but the calm, impassive look on his face shut them down before a single sound could escape. “All of this,” he said mildly, deceptively so, “could have been a well-documented copy
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