Clint’s POV

I sat at the polished conference table, surrounded by the other executives from our company. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of air conditioning and the shuffling of papers. Suddenly, the door at the head of the room swung open, and in walked Kane, the owner of our company.

The room fell silent as Kane strode confidently to the front of the room. He was a tall, imposing figure with a warm gaze and impeccable suit. He stood at the podium, facing us, and cleared his ...