Asher’s POV

I sat behind my desk, my fingers tapping restlessly against the polished wood surface. The board members had just left, their concerned voices still ringing in my ears.

I had assured them I would find a solution, but the truth was, I didn’t have the slightest idea where to begin.

How did I end up in this fucking mess? I thought bitterly.

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand down my face. There were too many moving pieces, too many variables beyond my control. Should I respond with actual proof of their shady dealings?

That could backfire. Exposing them might bring the whole house of cards...