~Reo’s~

"If one more person breathes wrong near me—I swear to God—"

Reo slams his palm against the glass table in the boardroom, and everyone jumps. Papers scatter. A junior assistant squeaks and clutches a tablet like it’s a shield. No one dares move. No one dares breathe.

His eyes flash…bloodshot, empty, unblinking.

He’s not just angry. He’s breaking apart.

“The Algiéndo investor just pulled out?” His voice cuts like wire. “Do you all enjoy playing games with my legacy? You think this is some kind of hobby to me?”

Blair opens her mouth, probably to soothe it over, but one look from him silences her instantly. She lowers her...