ELIJAH'S POV
"That reflects on us," Webb finished, his words hanging in the air like smoke.
I leaned back in my chair, feeling the leather stick to my shirt. The room was too warm. Or maybe it was just me. The taste of Brooks' blood was still fresh in my memory, and now these vultures wanted to pick at my bones too.
"So what exactly are you suggesting?" I kept my voice level, controlled.
Isaac shifted in his seat. He looked uncomfortable, which meant he knew what was coming. My oldest enemy on this board, and he couldn't even meet my eyes. He was enjoying this moment of weakness.
Morton cleared his throat. "We think you should consider stepping down. Temporarily, of course. Just until this whole situation blows over."
The words hit me like a physical blow. I felt my jaw clench so hard my teeth might crack.
"Temporarily." I repeated the word slowly, tasting how bitter it was. "And who exactly would be running my company while I'm taking this temporary break?"
