~Narrator’s~

“You look well for a man who just woke up from a coma.”

Blair’s voice breaks the silence like a dropped glass. But the tension doesn’t lift…it only gets tighter.

Marcus Lane walks into the boardroom like he never left it. His gait is slower now, more careful, but his stare is pure venom dressed in politeness. His charcoal coat sweeps behind him like a shadow. His hair is slicked back, his grey streaks more pronounced. His cane clicks once with every step, but somehow, the sound feels louder than it should.

Jennie sits at the far end of the table. She doesn’t flinch.

Her back stays straight, and...