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For a full five seconds, the boardroom was a frozen painting of shock. The only movement was the subtle, satisfied relaxation of Yamada Fujii's shoulders.
Then, the spell broke.
Shunsuke Rimestone shot to his feet, his chair screeching backward. The calm mask he had worn for the entire meeting shattered, revealing the raw, furious man beneath. His face flushed a dark, dangerous red, and his eyes, bulging with a mixture of fury and disbelief, were locked on the two figures in the doorway.
"You," he spat, the word a venomous dart aimed at Reomen and Paige. His finger, trembling slightly, pointed accusingly. "What is the meaning of this? Why are the orchestrators of our demise standing in my boardroom?"
