Hazel's POV
I adjusted the collar of my blouse as I entered the conference room. Liam had called an urgent meeting with only his most trusted employees—me, Damian, Evelyn, and Owen. The secrecy surrounding this gathering had my nerves on edge.
Liam stood by the window, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored suit. The afternoon sun cast shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw. He looked exhausted.
"Thank you all for coming," he said, turning to face us. "This meeting doesn't leave this room."
Damian closed the door and dimmed the lights. Liam activated the privacy protocol—soundproof barriers, signal jammers, and surveillance blockers.
"For the past six months, Damian and I have been tracking financial discrepancies," Liam began, his voice grave. "We're under attack."
Silence fell across the room. Evelyn's normally composed face showed concern.
"What kind of attack?" I asked, already reaching for my tablet to take notes.
