Where is my son?

The room fell silent as all eyes turned towards the source of the voice. The disbelief that had pierced through the air moments before now hung heavy around the room, like the calm before a storm. There, standing at the back of the room, was Cindy Richards, her presence commanding attention despite the unassuming way she had entered. She was breathless, her heart pounding in her chest as she processed what she had just heard. The weight of her own shock mirrored on the faces of the shareholders who filled the room, but none more so than on Sam Sterling's.