The air in Michael's study was thick with tension as he slammed the latest report onto the desk. I stood by the window, my hand protectively resting on my growing belly. My baby's faint but reassuring movements were the only thing keeping me grounded amidst the chaos.
"I've had enough," Michael growled, pacing the room like a restless predator. "Victor crossed a line. This isn't just about business anymore—this is war."
I turned, my expression calm despite the storm brewing inside me. "Michael, I know you're angry, but we can't afford to make rash decisions. That's exactly what Victor wants."
Michael stopped mid-stride, his sharp gaze locking onto mine. "Do you expect me to sit back and let him get away with this? He nearly destroyed Hartley Enterprises. He's attacking our allies, tarnishing our names, and now he's targeting us personally."