*Bael's POV*
Shen Rui steps forward.
Behind him, legal counsel moves down both sides of the table, placing a second set of documents in front of every director with quiet efficiency. The sound of paper against polished wood fills the silence.
Lin is the first to react. His chair scrapes hard against the floor as he slams his hands on the table and pushes himself to his feet. The folder skids forward under his palms.
"What is this?" His voice is rough, tight. He doesn't look at legal counsel. His eyes lock straight onto Bael. "What—"
"All major transactions previously falling under your delegated authority now require central treasury and executive authorization," counsel replies, his tone flat.
Lin's fingers tighten against the edge of the document.
"Previously?"
"Your delegated authority has been revoked."
