Chapter 73 The Truth Too Late

The room smelled faintly of burnt coffee and old secrets. Silas sat alone in the boardroom, the door sealed behind him like a tombstone. The amber glow from the overhead chandelier threw jagged shadows across his sculpted face, highlighting the tension carved deep in his jawline. His hand hovered over the screen, scrolling through lines of decrypted code, his breath shallow. Every detail mattered now. He had read the files three times already, but something wasn’t sitting right.