CASSIAN
The meeting dragged on, but the air in the room had shifted completely the moment I sat down.
I took the chair right at the middle of the table, the one Preston had been using to anchor his performance, and let the silence stretch until the board members started shifting uncomfortably in their expensive suits.
I didn't raise my voice. I didn't have to. When you know every single flaw in a plan, you don't need to yell to tear it apart.
"Who approved the donor wing's budget revision?" I asked. My voice was level, casual even, as I kept my eyes fixed on the thick packet of charts on the table. "I'm looking at the final sign-off pages here, and I don't see my signature anywhere on them."
One of the senior consultants cleared his throat, his eyes darting nervously down the table toward my brother.
"Mr. Wolfe, that particular adjustment was fast-tracked during the secondary planning phase. We needed to secure the primary investors before the quarter ended."
