Chapter 30 The Deal Of A Lifetime

The room buzzed with a venomous silence, the kind that gnawed at the air and clung to the walls like mildew. Genevieve stood at the center, spine taut, her hands trembling only slightly as she placed the thick manila folder on the glass conference table. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the Rockwell estate, slicing across Silas’s sharp jawline as he leaned back, expression unreadable. Rosalind's lacquered nails tapped an impatient rhythm on the leather armrest of her chair. Gideon sat beside her, arms crossed, the arrogant twist of his lips barely concealed. The scent of power hung heavy in the room, cologne, polished mahogany, old secrets.