The tension in the conference room doubled as Dorian Cross stepped inside. His casual attire—jeans and a simple button-down shirt—stood in stark contrast to the formal business wear around him, yet his presence commanded the room.
Jasper moved quickly to block his path. "This is a private disciplinary hearing. You need to leave."
"Actually," Percival spoke up from his position at the head of the table, "I invited him."
Lyra kept her expression neutral, though inwardly she marveled at Percival's smooth lie. Their eyes met briefly across the room, and she caught the subtle nod he gave her.
"You what?" Jasper's voice rose an octave. "Uncle, with all due respect—"
"Mr. Cross," Percival continued as if Jasper hadn't spoken, "please join us. Your input on this matter is crucial."
