Chapter 161 Seeing Him Again

It had been some time since I last saw him. He looked leaner, sharper, and somehow more attractive. The light gray-blue shirt he wore seemed to emphasize the tone of his skin, and when his eyes met mine, they lingered for just a second longer than necessary. He settled into his seat at the head of the table, his presence commanding attention without a word. "Let's get started," he said, his voice even. "Mr. Mayfield, you ... " A senior executive stammered, clearly unnerved. Perhaps Shawn's imposing presence had unsettled him. He hesitated before subtly gesturing to me, signaling that I should take the lead.