Lydia POV The break feels unreal. One second the room is suffocating with decisions, numbers, and power plays Next, people are standing. Chairs shift. Low conversations start. The tension doesn’t disappear. It just changes shape. I step out into the hallway, needing space to breathe. The glass walls of the boardroom reflect fragments of movement behind me—directors clustering, Damien speaking quietly into his phone, security holding their positions like nothing has changed. But everything has. Adrian’s move shifted something. I felt it. The doubt. The hesitation. For the first time, Richard didn’t look completely untouchable. I wrap my arms lightly around myself, not from cold, but from the strange pressure still sitting in my chest. “You handled that well.” The voice comes from behind me. Calm. Measured. Too familiar. I turn slowly. Richard stands a few steps away, as composed as ever. No security around him. No urgency in his posture. Just quiet control, as he
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