Taking Over

(Kalel’s POV) “Welcome, Sir Kalel. Please, come in,” one female secretary said, batting her lashes at me. I adjusted the cuffs of my tailored suit as I entered the opulent conference room. The heavy oak doors closed behind me with a soft thud, sealing me in with the power players who held the fate of Lester’s company in their hands. The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne, a fitting backdrop for the crucial meeting that is about to take place. Seated around the long, gleaming table are the shareholders—men and women with sharp eyes and sharper minds, each one calculating the potential risks and rewards of what is about to be discussed. I knew that every word, every gesture, had to be perfectly calculated. This is not just a business meeting; it is a battle for control. And I’m really good at that. I took my seat at the head of the table, my presence demanding immediate attention. I let a moment of silence linger, allowing the weight of the situation to si