Elara's POV
I squeezed my phone tightly in my pocket as I followed the blonde assistant down the long, sterile executive hallway. My palms were sweating, leaving wet marks on the fabric of my trousers. By the time she threw open the double doors to the main boardroom, my chest was so tight I could barely breathe.
I stepped into the office and was quickly tensed by the heavy, suffocating stares waiting for me.
George sat at the head of the massive mahogany table, slowly swirling a glass of amber liquor. The ice clinked softly against the glass, a sharp sound in the quiet room. Raya stood right behind him like a dark shadow, her arms crossed tightly over her tailored blazer. Neither of them looked happy. The silence in the room stretched out for what felt like miles, heavy and demanding, until George finally set his glass down with a soft, ominous clink.
