"Just as I intended," Yves replied, his movements calculated as he took his seat across from the old man.
With a deliberate straightening of his back, he adorned a polite, composed smile.
"I'll be direct with my demands. Feel free to do the same later," he added, smoothly sliding a brown envelope across the table.
The atmosphere in the room thickened, anticipation hanging in the air like a delicate balance waiting to tip.
Blair's eyes narrowed as he received the envelope, his scrutiny cutting through the unexpected contents.
"Resignation? Are you asking me to step down from my current position?" The old man's gaze shifted to Lucas, who stood guard behind Yves.
Yves affirmed with a stoic nod, "All of your positions. Both in the company and the empire. And you will recommend the names I've written on the papers to fill the void."
The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thickening with tension as Blair's skepticism lingered.