ELIJAH'S POV
I stormed into the boardroom, still adjusting my cufflinks, my jacket only half-buttoned. I hadn't even had coffee. A dozen faces looked up—shareholders, senior staff, outside partners. All of them expecting a meeting that, to my knowledge, wasn't meant to happen until next week.
I cleared my throat and forced a polite smile.
"Thank you all for being here," I said, straightening my jacket. "There was a clerical error in the invite sent out. A member of staff misunderstood the schedule and sent confirmation for today. They will be dealt with accordingly."
Some nodded, a few mumbled it was fine. The room hummed with quiet tension. I hated starting anything off balance.
Then Isaac strolled in, like he hadn't spent the last decade trying to ruin me. His tie was too loose, his expression too smug, and the way he slid into the seat across from me set my teeth on edge.
