Caesar's POV
I drummed my fingers against the polished mahogany desk in my home office, trying to maintain my focus as the board members droned on about quarterly projections through my laptop screen.
As the meeting dragged into its third hour, I felt a dull throb beginning at my temples. These necessary business meetings were the price of maintaining the Blackwood Pack's dominance, but today my mind kept drifting to Viya.
Raising my hand slightly toward the camera, I signaled for a brief recess. "Let's take fifteen minutes."
The video windows quickly went dark. I remained seated, pinching the bridge of my nose to alleviate the building pressure.
A sharp knock at the door interrupted my moment of solitude.
"Enter," I commanded, my voice carrying the natural authority of
