The first meeting of the day did not feel dangerous.That, Grace thought later, was what made it dangerous.The boardroom smelled faintly of coffee and polished wood. Sunlight poured through tall windows, catching the silver of pens, the edges of documents, and the sharp lines of faces that had been trained to mask judgment. Smiles were offered easily, greetings were exchanged, coffee poured with careful precision. Everything about the room screamed civility. Yet beneath it was the quietest, most suffocating kind of tension.Jordan sat at the head of the table, his posture calm but deliberate. Grace noticed the subtle shift in him—the way his hands rested lightly on the table instead of gripping it, the way his eyes scanned faces without preemptive suspicion. He wasn’t bracing for attack; he was holding space. And that made him more formidable than ever.“We’re relieved things have stabilized,” one director said smoothly, leaning forward. “Transparency has a way of calming markets.”G
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