Elias’s POV

“What about the board meeting, sir?” Richard asked the moment I sat down.

I loosened the button of my suit jacket, dropped into my chair, and picked up my pen.

“Cancel it.”

His eyes flew wide. “Cancel? But, sir—the internet is blowing up. The accident is everywhere. People are saying the anniversary…”

“That,” I cut in, “is the PR department’s job. And they are already handling it.”

“But…”

“Richard.” My voice dropped into a calm warning. “Focus on work. And get me the files that need my signature.”

He shut his mouth and hurried out.

A minute later, he returned with a stack of documents. I opened them...