Chapter 228 The Last Proposal

Katelyn’s POV The shareholder vote dragged on for days. Each morning began the same with Allen glued to his phone, scanning every message that came in, his brows furrowed so tightly it seemed they might never relax. His tension spread to everyone near him. Fallon couldn’t sit still. She paced between the window and the desk, her heels clicking against the floor, muttering half-thoughts about strategies and betrayals. Every so often she’d stop, grip the edge of the desk, then resume pacing, her restlessness filling the room like static. Others whispered in corners, their voices low but urgent. Speculation spread like smoke. Who had shifted?, who had broken their word?, who might turn before the final count. The air in the office felt heavy, pressing down with unease, each breath tighter than the last. Ethan was the only one who remained still. He sat at the head of the table, hands folded neatly, his expression calm and unreadable. While the rest of us carried tension in our shoulders a