Inside the sophisticated office, the cool air from the humming AC wrapped around Zane, slipping through the fabric of his long-sleeved, branded corporate shirt. His sleeves were neatly rolled up to his forearms as he sat behind the large executive desk.
He flipped open a page of the document in his hand, skimming the final clause after a thorough read.
A sharp snort escaped him as he slammed the document closed with a thud. Adjusting the glasses perched on his nose, Zane lifted his gaze to the elderly man sitting across from him.
Gilbert Everett leaned back, his features tense with a mixture of fear and uncertainty churning beneath the surface.
"Chairman Gilbert," Zane said in a professional yet icy tone, dropping the document onto the desk. "The shares you've offered me—I wonder where they came from, given how they were distributed. From what I've heard, Hudson doesn't want another board member."
