Chapter 73 What Are You Saying?

• The mood in Liam’s office was… odd.
• Not tense, not exactly. More like the kind of hush that lingers after someone drops a truth too heavy to lift back up. They’d technically won. Collin had been boxed out—talked around, shut down, politically finessed into a corner. But nobody was grinning. No back-pats. No relieved sighs. Not even the smug sort of shrug someone might offer after a narrow escape.
• William stood by the window, arms crossed so tightly that his blazer had started to wrinkle. He wasn’t really looking at anything out there. Just… occupying space, rigid and upright like he might snap if anyone bumped him. That was William’s version of keeping it together—complete stillness.