Sean chuckled again.
But this time his laugh sounded more strained.
More angry.
More desperate.
"God, why are You being so unfair to me?"
The voice hung quietly in the empty office.
There was no answer.
Only his own reflection in the tall glass windows of the Weasley Group building.
And Sean hated that reflection now.
Because the man there looked weak.
A mess.
Almost like a stranger.
Sean closed his eyes as he roughly rubbed his face.
"I've worked hard my whole life…" he whispered hoarsely. "I built it all."
His company.
His name.
His power.
He was used to winning.
Used to controlling everyone.
But now?
One by one, everything was crumbling before him.
His father lay in the hospital.
The board of directors was quietly making its move.
His trusted men were betraying him.
The media was tearing his life apart.
And Clara…
The woman who used to always forgive him…
Now won't even look at him for too long.
Sean laughed hollowly again.
Then slowly…
