Aria's POV
The board room was worse than I'd imagined.
A massive oak table dominated the space, surrounded by at least a dozen people—mostly men in their fifties and sixties, with only two women. One of them was Sylvia.
She looked immaculate in a black Chanel suit, her blonde hair pulled into a severe bun. Those amber eyes fixed on me the moment I walked in, cold and assessing.
Nathan sat beside her, his expression equally frigid.
"Gentlemen," Victor began, "I'd like to introduce Aria Smith—Vincent Smith's daughter and one of the largest shareholders of this company. As of today, she'll be officially joining the board."
Silence.
Then an older man with silver hair cleared his throat. "Alpha Victor, with all due respect, Miss Smith has no business experience. Isn't thi
