Dwight’s POVThe moment I step into my office, Jordan is already waiting, his sharp blue eyes meeting mine. He’s standing near the windows, phone in hand, but his posture tells me he’s been expecting me.“They’re all gathered in the main conference room,” he says. “Waiting for you.”I nod, slipping off my coat and tossing it over the chair. “Let’s go.”We move down the hallway, the quiet click of our shoes echoing through the otherwise silent space. Ahead, the executive conference room looms, its glass doors revealing the tense figures inside. The department heads—all seasoned, all competent, all waiting for the decision that could change the course of their teams.The second I step inside, conversations hush. Eyes flick toward me, some wary, others resigned.I close the door behind me and take my seat at the head of the table.“Let’s begin,” I say, my voice cutting through the silence.Jordan takes his seat to my right, flipping open his tablet. “As you’re all aware, two of our major
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