The King's Gambit.

The air in the boardroom was still thick with tension, though now it carried a different weight. The battle had been fought, and John had emerged victorious, reclaiming his position with unwavering authority. But he knew that allowing Richard to remain in a position of influence would be a grave mistake. His uncle had overplayed his hand, and now it was time for John to remind him—and everyone else in the room—that betrayals came with consequences.

John took his seat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable as he calmly straightened the cuffs of his tailored suit. The board members, though silent, shifted in their seats, clearly unsure of what would happen next. Richard, on the other hand, had not yet sat down. He still stood at his previous position, arms crossed, the forced smirk on his face barely hiding the frustration bubbling beneath the surface.