Adrian’s POV

The conference room was unusually quiet.

Department heads sat in their seats, each of them holding documents, occasionally glancing at one another with restrained tension.

I stood at the head of the table.

My expression was composed.

But the atmosphere in the room was anything but calm.

Zane stood near the wall, sensing the shift early.

It started subtly.

A pause.A glance.

Then my phone lit up.

A message notification.

I didn’t usually check my phone during meetings.

But this time—I did.

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Inside a small private group chat, a photo had been shared.

A candid image.

Eileen.

Dressed neatly.Elegant.

Standing beside Logan.

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