Chapter 50 The Reckoning Begins

• The mahogany double doors swung open with a thunderous crash, silencing the tense murmurs of the Whitaker Industries boardroom. All heads turned as Ethan strode in, Clara a step behind him, clutching the damning folder against her chest. The polished, cold room reeked of power and deception, a battlefield masked by tailored suits and smug faces.
• Alexander Whitaker sat at the head of the table, his icy glare landing squarely on Ethan. “You weren’t invited, Ethan.”
• Ethan’s jaw tensed, his knuckles white as he placed both hands on the table. “And yet, here I am.”