Lies...

Aiden

The tension hit me the second I stepped into the boardroom. It was thick—quiet but vibrating—and I didn't need to ask to know something was seriously off.

Eyes flicked up and then quickly away as I entered. A few heads were down, others whispered to each other in low, anxious murmurs. It wasn't the usual corporate stiffness—it was unease. Panic disguised as professionalism.

I scanned the room briefly, reading the atmosphere like a storm was about to hit. And then I saw Jack—slipping out of the room like he didn't want to be seen.

I made my way to the head of the table and sat down slowly, letting my eyes linger on each person around me. Their faces were telling. They weren't waiting for me—they were waiting for a bomb to drop.

Jack rushed back in seconds later, his face unreadable, which only made my gut sink deeper. He leaned in, whispering directly into my ear.

"Jasmine. She's on a livestream."