The room fell silent as the weight of the broadcast settled into every corner like a heavy fog. Gibson sat with his head in his hands, shaking, while Elfric remained frozen in place, his gaze locked on the screen that had just shattered their legacy.
Miles stood slowly, his voice calm but slicing through the tension like a knife."Monica."
Monica straightened slightly, her voice composed. "Yes, boss?"
That word—boss—hit Gibson like a bullet. His head snapped up, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Boss?" he repeated, looking from Monica to Miles.
The realization was dawning in Elfric's eyes too. He staggered back a step, as if the floor had betrayed him.
"No..." he whispered. "No. That's not possible."
Gibson was staring at Miles now, panic overtaking the last of his dignity."You… you're the owner? You're the one behind Reaper Entertainment?"
Miles didn't respond right away. He simply gave a calm, knowing smile—one that sent chills down their spines. Then he stepped closer, slowly.
