Everlyn Hawthorne strode into the opulent office of Alexander Blackwell. The room, bathed in warm amber light from the setting sun, was a testament to his power and precision—a place where decisions that moved markets were made.
Alexander sat behind his sleek ebony desk, the leather chair perfectly adjusted to his towering frame. His head was bent over a set of files, his sharp black eyes scanning the documents with intense focus. As Everlyn approached, her gaze flitted to the papers before him. She caught a fleeting glimpse of something—just the year 2008 typed in bold across one corner.
She raised an eyebrow but quickly dismissed it. Whatever Alexander Blackwell was working on, it wasn't her place to pry.
"Sir," she began, her tone professional but urgent. "We have an issue. It's just as we predicted—Jensen Huang has disapproved of us entering the board."
