With everyone settled in the grand living room, Emberly sat opposite the others, her expression unreadable as she carefully reviewed the document Emilia had handed her. Her stoic demeanor left the others in the room unsure of what thoughts simmered beneath her composed exterior.
On the polished mahogany table between them lay a pristine white envelope, its fine material underscoring the importance it carried.
Embossed on the envelope was the formidable sigil of House Obsidian: a colossal black dragon, its body coiled tightly as it bit down on its spiked tail, its enormous wings stretched outward in a show of dominance.
The very presence of the symbol commanded attention and respect, a testament to the power the family wielded.
Exuding an aura of authority, Emberly crossed one leg over the other with a fluid grace, her movements measured and deliberate.
Without a word, she tossed the document onto the table, her eyes locking onto Emilia and Rose. The temperature in the room seemed to drop under the weight of her icy, noble gaze, sending an almost tangible shiver through Emilia and Rose, who sat with bated breath.
"Mhmm~" Emberly began coolly, her voice laced with control, "Good job, Emmy. Send it to the press immediately. I trust you've informed the executives—the old men—about their new boss?" Emilia nodded fervently in response, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
"Good. I have no further instructions. Pyris will manage things from here. If those stubborn fools resist, he will know exactly what to do without my telling him." Her tone was dismissive yet confident, her trust in Pyris unmistakable.
Emilia quickly skimmed through the document once more, her eyes settling on the final page where Emberly's signature was boldly inscribed: Emberly Obsidian, Director and current CEO of Obsidian Tech.
A name that commanded respect and fear alike. The signature that, in a matter of hours, would no longer carry the weight of CEO but solely Director. And once the news broke, the business world would tremble.
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Emilia and Rose flew back to the city, the night skyline glittering beneath them. They were en route to Pyris, who awaited them at his other estate. Rose, beside herself with excitement, could barely contain her joy.
She had long admired Pyris, and the opportunity to work from wherever he went thrilled her beyond measure.
At Obsidian Tech's headquarters, the atmosphere was tense. The most influential figures in the Obsidian business empire had gathered around the oval table in the executive conference room.
Some sat stiffly, their nerves palpable; others exuded calm indifference, their expressions carefully neutral. Yet, all were united by one thing: uncertainty.
None dared to voice their thoughts, for fear of being wrong in front of their peers or, worse, the higher-ups.
The unmistakable sound of heels clicking against the polished marble floor echoed ominously, sending ripples through the room.
Every executive knew exactly who was approaching—the notorious Emilia, assistant to the young heir of House Obsidian. Though her position wasn't one of direct power, her proximity to the family, especially to Emberly, had earned her a reputation of cold efficiency and quiet ruthlessness.
A hush fell over the room as Emilia entered, her mere presence commanding the attention of even the most seasoned veterans. Despite the room's elite standing, they stood in recognition of her influence—perhaps out of respect, or more likely, fear.
Draped in a long wool coat, Emilia exuded an almost regal elegance as she made her way to her seat at the head of the table. With a fluid motion, she shrugged off her coat and draped it over the back of the chair, taking her place as if she belonged above them all.
She gave a dry, sarcastic smile before speaking. "Ahem, I trust everyone is enjoying their day?" The lack of formality in her tone was deliberate, a clear statement that she held the power here, despite her title.
Without waiting for a response, she continued, "As the executives of Obsidian Tech, you deserve to be informed, directly, on behalf of the Madame."
With deliberate slowness, she reached into her bag and produced the envelope. The moment they saw the Obsidian sigil stamped on the papers, the room collectively stiffened.
That sigil represented something monumental—something that could shake not only Obsidian Tech but the entire conglomerate of businesses that fell under the Obsidian umbrella.
The silence was thick as the CEOs of other Obsidian-affiliated businesses, who had been summoned for this historic moment, leaned forward, straining to catch every word. Some had speculated on what was to come, but none had dared to voice it aloud.
Could it be a change in leadership? A shift in power? The thought alone sent waves of unease through the room.
Emilia's eyes scanned the faces of those present, a slow smile playing on her lips. She savored the moment—after all, it wasn't every day that such an announcement was made.
The individuals before her were titans in the business world, controlling markets and industries that shaped the economy. But today, she sat above them, if only as a messenger for Emberly.
"As you all know," she began, her voice steady and commanding, "House Obsidian has long reigned over these businesses, shaping the future with unmatched brilliance and power. Today marks a new chapter."
She paused, relishing the tension, before delivering the words that would alter the course of Obsidian Tech's future: "Pyris Obsidian will take his place as the new CEO."
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The aftermath of the announcement sent shockwaves through the business world. News outlets scrambled to cover the story, with articles and opinion pieces flooding the internet.
The business community buzzed with whispers, many casting doubt on Pyris's ability to lead such a vast empire.
"He's brilliant, I'll give him that. The inventions that have come out of Obsidian Tech in the past few years? Unbelievable. But running the entire company? That's a different beast altogether," muttered the CEO of Obsidian Mines, his words dripping with skepticism.
"Exactly," agreed another executive, voice rising slightly. "This isn't some small family business. This is the backbone of every Obsidian enterprise! Giving it to a boy—it feels more like a gift from a doting mother than a calculated decision."
"Keep it down," hissed Abaddon Yres, the CEO of Obsidian Logistics. "You never know who's listening." Abaddon's gaze swept the room, wary of prying ears. "But even I have to admit, this is… surprising."
And so the whispers continued, both within the company and outside its walls. Doubts plagued even the most powerful figures in the Obsidian Empire.
But while they whispered, the world watched, and Pyris prepared to take the reins of an empire that stretched far beyond the mortal realm's imagination.
His every move would be scrutinized, and his success or failure could shape the fate of the entire Obsidian dynasty.
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