At exactly 3:00 PM, I got a call from Felicia telling me that Elliot Presgrave had arrived. From the way she spoke, I could tell she was more concerned about this encounter than I was. Maybe she had sensed the tension earlier, the way instincts clashed beneath polite words. I took a slow breath, forcing everything back under control before reaching for the jewelry case on my desk.
There was no point delaying it.
I picked it up and walked out.
Inside the presidential office, Rey was already briefing Elliot, his tone steady as he reported, "President Presgrave, according to our findings, Lawrence is preparing to acquire Tillman Constructions within the week. He has already secured enough shares to begin negotiations with the board."
The conversation carried the weight of power and territory—pack dominance disguised as corporate maneuvering. Before Rey could continue, a knock sounded on the door, followed by my voice.
"President Presgrave, it's me, Anastasia. May I come in?"
