Silence fell hard over the room.

Adrian, trying to project confidence, offered a mocking smirk, though a sheen of sweat was visible at his temples.

“A few bruises and some angry, out-of-context emails don’t magically hand you the keys to my company, sweetheart,” he sneered, leaning back in his leather chair.

“Your company?” I asked, tilting my head.

I didn’t argue. I simply nodded to Mara.

She opened her briefcase and placed three documents in the center of the table.