Milo, meanwhile, shot to his feet, his voice loud and full of rage. "No! You can't do this! You don't have the authority. We are Strattons!"
"No you are not!"
The boardroom fell into a tense silence, all eyes suddenly drawn to the door where the voice came from. The weight of the air shifted, thick with anticipation.
Standing in the doorway, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit, was Alexander Stratton. His once imposing figure was slightly softened by the walking cane he leaned on, but his presence was as sharp as ever. His piercing gaze scanned the room, settling on Lydia and Milo, his eyes a cold, calculating storm. The room erupted into hushed murmurs as the shock of his appearance spread through the board.
Alex stood tall, despite the support of the cane. The determination in his eyes was palpable, and the room seemed to hold its breath. "Not anymore," he said, his voice low and commanding, cutting through the air like a blade.
