Chapter 45 All Or Nothing

• The boardroom echoed with a hollow stillness, the tension so thick it pressed against Ethan’s chest like a vice. Rain hammered against the glass windows, the city’s skyline shrouded in a storm that seemed tailor-made for this moment. At the head of the long mahogany table sat Alexander Whitaker, calm as a coiled serpent, a faint, mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
• In front of Ethan lay the contract, the final nail in his empire’s coffin.
• Alexander’s voice sliced through the silence. “You finally understand what it means to lose.”