Chapter 2 - The Boardroom Dinner Trap
The mahogany doors of the Grand ballroom swung open with silent mechanical precision as Samuel stepped into the blinding glare of crystal chandeliers.
Daria Kincaid sat at the center of the long oak table, her diamond earrings catching the light as she surveyed her corporate allies.
“You’re late, Samuel,” she murmured, her tone carrying that familiar, condescending edge designed to remind him of her authority.
“Traffic on the bridge was heavier than expected,” Samuel replied smoothly, taking his designated seat opposite his mother.
He kept his expression blank, masking the churning storm of rage and cold calculation burning deep beneath his tailored suit jacket.
Across the room, Dr. Weston stood near the service entrance, nervously adjusting his silk tie while avoiding Samuel’s direct gaze.
Samuel noticed the doctor’s sudden sweat and filed the reaction away, knowing the weak link in his mother’s syndicate was about to snap.
“The quarterly merger projections require your signature tonight,” Daria stated, sliding a thick leather-bound folio across the polished wood.
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Samuel didn't touch the documents yet, choosing instead to lean back and study the woman who had orchestrated a simulated murder.
“Let’s review the financial health of the subsidiary accounts first, Mother,” Samuel said, his voice deceptively calm in the tense room.
