Blake Conglomerate — Boardroom
The documents on the table were untouched.
The city stretched out beneath the glass walls of Adrian's office ~ a glittering network of lives and lights moving without pause. The office itself was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow bleeding in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Hours had passed since the meeting ended. Board members had left with stiff steps and quiet murmurs, yet Adrian remained seated at the head of the long conference table, like a king on a throne he never asked for.
His untouched glass of whiskey sat beside him, ice melted into pale water.
His phone lay face-down near his elbow.
Earlier, it had buzzed repeatedly persistent vibrations against the polished surface. He hadn't looked. He couldn't afford to. Every second mattered then. Every call or command he gave to the board members were important to the survival of the Blake Group.
But now, silence pressed in like a hand over his throat. Stillness forced him to feel.
