Chloe's Point of View
The next morning felt like a fog had settled over us, thick and stifling. Jonathan had been up before dawn, pacing the study, the tension in his face more profound than ever. Whatever Victor's "move" was, it had rattled him in a way I hadn't seen before.
After a silent breakfast, Jonathan turned to me, his voice steady but cold. "Chloe, there's a board meeting today. I want you to be there."
I nodded, feeling a pang of nervousness. "Of course. Anything specific you need me to say?"
Jonathan's gaze flicked toward the window, his fingers drumming on the table. "Just… be yourself. But remember, the board is looking for any sign of weakness."
I could tell he was holding back, that there was more he wasn't saying. But I didn't press him. Jonathan wasn't one to reveal his cards until he absolutely had to.