Test of Loyalty
Vella's Pov
The tension in the air was palpable as Sam and I entered the grand conference room at the Asher headquarters. It was packed with shareholders, board members, and key executives, all seated around a large oval table. Their eyes turned toward us, a mix of curiosity, doubt, and disdain. The murmurs were deafening, a storm of speculation brewing among them. The recent DNA test results had stirred the pot, and now, everyone wanted answers.
I glanced at Sam, who walked beside me, his jaw tight and his shoulders squared. Despite the chaos surrounding him, he exuded a quiet strength that made me proud. He wasn't backing down, and neither was I.
"Stay calm," I whispered, touching his arm briefly.
He gave me a curt nod, his gaze fixed ahead as we approached our seats.
The meeting began with Mr. Hayes, the shareholders' chairman, clearing his throat. The room fell silent as he adjusted his glasses and began speaking.