Dorian's face showed no shock, no defeat, and not even grief. If anything, he looked mildly entertained.
He gave a small nod toward his assistant.
"Bring me the files."
The assistant stepped forward immediately, placing a thick stack of documents in front of him. These were the files Dorian had been preparing for the past week. Ever since he returned from the Winthorp Dinner, something about him had changed. He had worked late into the nights, back in his home office, calm, methodical… almost eager.
As the assistant finished arranging the documents… The conference room doors burst open.
A woman stormed inside. Mrs. Lowe.
"You killed my master!" she screamed.
The accusation cracked through the room like lightning. Everyone turned toward her in stunned disbelief.
Mrs. Lowe looked disheveled, her hair slightly undone, her face flushed with rage. Her hands trembled as she pointed straight at Dorian.
"You killed him! You murdered him to steal everything!"
