Chapitre 120: Where did you get that?

As I sat in my private jet, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled deep in my gut. Lydia's cryptic message demanding my immediate return had been unnerving. Lydia was my right hand, my confidante, and she never summoned me without a good reason. The lack of details was what really gnawed at me.

Was there a corporate takeover attempt? Did we lose a major client? Or perhaps a personal attack from a competitor? The unknowns circled my mind, each more troubling than the last.

I stared out the window at the vast expanse of clouds below, my thoughts in turmoil. The jet's usually comforting hum seemed louder, almost taunting. My company, my legacy, everything I had built was hanging in the balance. I hadn't even touched the meal prepared for me, the anxiety killing my appetite.