At that moment, the atmosphere in the room thickened with silent tension. Murmurs began to ripple through the group sharp whispers, soft grumbles, and impatient sighs. Their faces were no longer just filled with confusion or frustration there was now growing resentment, and it was pointed in one direction.
James.
One of the men sitting by the far side of the table leaned forward and whispered harshly to the person beside him, "He's obviously hiding something. You can tell. Look at how he keeps deflecting."
Another voice followed quickly, louder this time. "We're wasting time. The more we sit here listening to his excuses, the more danger our businesses face."
More heads nodded in agreement, some gritting their teeth, others shaking their heads in disbelief. The consensus was growing quickly, and the pressure was mounting.
"Exactly," one of them snapped. "We all know the Victors don't just move without reason. Someone messed up and all signs point at him."
