Mark froze. The grand office suddenly fell silent, leaving only the sound of Mark's heavy breathing and the eerie ticking of the wall clock. The division executives in front of him exchanged glances, their backs drenched in cold sweat, too afraid to meet their boss's bloodshot eyes.
Just before Mark could unleash his tirade, Leo stepped forward from the corner of the room. The movement of his personal assistant suddenly captured everyone's attention. Leo's face was no longer merely pale; a profound fear was clearly etched behind his thick glasses.
Leo walked closer, circled the mahogany desk, then bowed low beside Mark's executive chair. He cupped one hand against his cheek, whispering a few words directly into the billionaire's ear.
No one could hear what Leo said. His voice was too low. Yet, that whisper instantly shattered what little sanity Mark had left.
