Chapter 72

The CEO’s office was silent except for the knock on the door. Dominic Everett stepped in, carrying a folder thick enough to strangle someone with. ‘Mr Laurent, this is everything on Nyx Collective.’ He placed it on the desk. Ashton picked up the folder, flipping through it without a word. With each page, his jaw set a little tighter. By the time he hit the middle, the muscle under his cheekbone was pulsing. So that was what Mirabelle had been dealing with. Petty backstabbing. Undercut by her own team. Screamed at in meetings by people who couldn’t carry her shoes. ‘Fucking hell,’ he muttered. He leaned back in his chair, report still in hand, fingers tapping against one name. ‘This Rexford Caldwell—why does that sound familiar?’ ‘He runs Titan Growth Fund, which invests in Nyx Collective, but he’s not involved in the studio’s day-to-day running. He asked to meet you last week, but your schedule was full.’ ‘Right.’ Ashton rubbed his chin. The name clicked now. ‘Tell him I’ll make time.