~Jennie’s~

“We move fast or we don’t move at all.”

That’s the first thing Reo says the second he walks into the boardroom.

And the tension shifts. It thickens. Everyone straightens in their seats like the air just slapped them. Half the table clutches their pens, and the others pretend they aren’t sweating. The windows behind him throw a cold light over his shoulder like he’s some villain in a movie.

Except this isn’t a movie. It’s my life. And I’m sitting two chairs down, silent, pretending my pulse isn’t racing.

He clicks the remote once. The presentation flashes—numbers, forecasts, logos, somehow more bold and ruthless than he's looking right...