Avery sat down in her designated chair, her posture poised and composed. The vast boardroom, began to gradually fill as the other board members filtered in one after another. Polished shoes clicked against the marble floor, designer suits rustled, and soft murmurs floated through the room, the air thick with anticipation.
Avery kept her gaze forward, hands folded neatly on the table, her expression unreadable. Her heart, though steady on the outside, pounded with a mixture of restrained fury and righteous confidence.
A few seats down, the heavy wooden doors opened again, and in walked Declan Vale, his usually stern features were a little softer today, and the faintest trace of relief could be seen in his eyes when they found Avery across the table. He gave her a small, nearly imperceptible nod.
