Third Person POV
The night had fallen heavy over the city, street headlamps pointing toward the direction of Vale Conglomerate.
Inside, Jasper Vale sat alone in the boardroom, the room's sleek glass walls reflecting his drawn features back at him. A half-empty glass of scotch rested by his elbow, untouched since he'd poured it an hour ago. Papers sprawled across the polished table — financial reports, legal memos, letters stamped with the cold authority of law
firms.
The lawsuit was no longer a looming threat; it was an unrelenting storm, and Jasper felt the spray of its waves every hour of the day.
He leaned back on the chair he was seating on, massaging the bridge of his nose. His lawyers had called earlier that afternoon, their voices taut as they explained the newest demands from the opposition. The plaintiffs wanted discovery on nearly every deal Vale Conglomerate had closed in the past five years.
