Sean sat in his office with the monitors lit up, displaying stock charts that kept falling. The television in the corner of the room was replaying a live clip of Moana—the part where his hand was clearly on the woman's neck.
He closed his eyes.
"Damn it…! Moana, you bastard!"
He cursed not out of regret. But because he was cornered.
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An emergency meeting was held that very night.
The Weasley Group's main conference room was packed with faces rarely seen together: the board of directors, major shareholders, legal advisors, and the extended family who had long sat comfortably behind the Weasley name.
Mr. Weasley sat at the head of the table, his face stiff. Mrs. Weasley looked pale, but her eyes were sharp. On the other side sat Daniel Sturridge—Sean's uncle, Mrs. Weasley's younger brother—one of the largest shareholders and a respected business mastermind.
Daniel opened the meeting without preamble.
