The emergency lighting cast everything in hellish red shadows as chaos erupted throughout the boardroom. Board members shouted questions that nobody could answer. Reporters struggled to maintain their equipment connections. Security personnel flooded the room with weapons drawn, not knowing whether they were facing a terrorist attack or corporate sabotage.
But I was focused entirely on Damian, who stood in the crimson light like some demonic figure summoned from the depths of corporate hell. His perfect composure had been replaced by something far more dangerous—the calm satisfaction of someone whose real plan was finally being revealed.
"You think cutting power scares us?" Sterling demanded, rising from his chair with the controlled fury of someone who had finally run out of patience.
