MATTEO’s POV

 The conference room was dimly lit as I sat there, frustration mounting with every word from my staff. 

In just one day, I had lost millions, and the outlook was grim. Despite their voices filling the room, their words seemed to blur into a meaningless jumble. I glanced at them as they spoke, their lips moving in a rhythm I couldn't decipher. 

Frustration boiled within me, and I shook my head, pushing strands of hair out of my face in a futile attempt to regain focus. When the frustration reached its peak, I slammed my hand onto the table, instantly silencing the room. They exchanged uneasy glances, but...