Victor sat in his boardroom, with cold eyes and a sharp look. He was holding a meeting with the top executives of his company. The room was almost silent, and everyone who spoke, spoke with caution, because although Victor always had that cold look, it was different today, more dangerous.
Zyra walked into the company's building unannounced with Rafi walking beside her, her purse in his hand, both of them were adorned in complete black outfits. Her heels echoed sharply as she stepped. Everyone turned in her direction. She walked with elegance and power.
She arrived at the boardroom; she had no appointment, but she had every right. She walked in smoothly, and every eye moved in her direction, including Victor and Drew, who were shocked to see her. Victor stood to his feet, walking up to her as she approached, while Rafi stood by the door.
