The next morning, Jake arrived at the company earlier than usual. The board meeting was scheduled for 8 a.m., and he wanted to be well-prepared. Dressed in a crisp navy-blue suit, he sat in the waiting area, reviewing some notes while sipping his coffee. His sharp eyes flickered toward the glass entrance doors as Andrew and Sharon walked in together, engaged in a quiet conversation.
The moment Andrew spotted Jake, his expression remained unreadable. Jake stood up as a sign of respect, his lips curling into a polite smile.
"Good morning, Mr. Andrew," Jake greeted with confidence.
Andrew merely gave a small nod in acknowledgment before shifting his attention elsewhere. The air between them carried an unspoken tension—perhaps a silent power play.
"The board directors will be here soon. You should take your seat," Andrew said coolly, his tone businesslike.