Chapter 99 Is There Another Way?

• The executive meeting room on the top floor of Devlin Tower didn’t need to boast. It just was — cold, polished, oppressive in that quietly powerful way expensive rooms are. Mahogany stretched down the middle like a runway for boardroom battles. The lights were soft, clinical. Not too warm. Not too friendly.
• Liam entered first, every step measured. You could almost hear the tension pacing alongside him. He looked like he’d walked out of a corporate myth — crisp suit, unreadable face, presence set to “maximum authority.”
• Alistair followed, looking mildly like he’d just been yanked out of a brunch he hadn’t ordered. A little rumpled, a little curious, definitely not entirely briefed.