The air in the conference room was thick with tension.

Everyone was still in their seat, glancing at each other while avoiding his gaze at all costs.

Antonio sat at the head, looking too relaxed, too composed, which gets on Zade's nerves.

He wants to see that crack, that same crack he saw when he lost control and beat him up at his house. That crack that shows he isn't all perfect to deserve all the love.

But the aura he was exuding, cold and authoritative, even though they've all gathered to vote him out, still nothing about him felt fragile.

“ Let's begin, shall we?” Oliver's voice cut through...