Chapter 44 In The Lion's Den

• The boardroom had never felt more like a battlefield.
• Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lancaster Global’s executive tower, casting long shadows across the obsidian conference table. Every major shareholder was seated, their expressions tight with anticipation. Tension vibrated through the air—an electric charge about to spark into fire.
• Sandra entered first, dressed in crisp white with gold accents, her heels sharp and confident. She looked every inch the woman who had survived betrayal, war, and bloodlines. Steve followed, his navy suit tailored like armor, his jaw set in stone.