Chapter 238

Carrington Group. The top-floor conference room was filled with a tense silence as the monthly meeting was in full swing. The room, perched on a floor entirely of its own, was surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of the snow-covered city outside. Despite the heater humming away, the atmosphere inside was ice-cold—thanks to the man sitting at the head of the table. Jareth Carrington wasn’t one to sugarcoat things. “One more screw-up, and you’re out.” Jareth’s voice was sharp and final, making the already stiff air drop a few more degrees. The exec he was talking to practically had his head buried in the floor, nodding like a bobblehead, not daring to lift his eyes and meet Jareth’s. And it wasn’t just him—every senior manager sitting close to Jareth had the same look: tense, nervous, eyes lowered. Some stole glances when they thought it was safe, but no one really dared look him straight in the face. Jareth might be young, but the authority and cold edge in