The three men who stepped out of the meeting room all turned their attention toward me at once.
The air shifted the moment their gazes landed, heavy with unspoken pressure, like the room itself was waiting to see who would break first. Even the quiet hum of the building seemed to fade, leaving only that tense stillness between us.
Jared gave a slight lift of his brow, lips pressed thin, then leaned toward Joseph and said something quiet. Joseph glanced at me once before leaving without a word.
That alone told me enough. Whatever was happening here wasn't small.
Ashton's eyes stayed on me.
Cold. Dark. Controlled in that way that always made my instincts tighten without warning. He didn't speak, but I could feel it building in him—the kind of silence that came right before a storm, when everything feels too still to trust.
I stood quickly.
"I'm willing to compensate for all losses from the past two days, Mr. Fuller," I said.
