Silence swallowed the room after Emily’s accusation. It wasn’t the kind of silence that came from shock. It was heavier than that. Controlled. Pressurized. The kind that made people suddenly aware of their own breathing, of how loud a swallow could sound, of how exposed they were standing where they stood. Emily’s arm was still half-raised, finger angled toward Johnny. She realized too late that she had spoken without permission. Every eye turned to her. Not Johnny. Her. Mr. Silver took a single step forward. It wasn’t aggressive. It didn’t need to be. The sound of his shoe against the polished floor echoed louder than it should have. Emily felt her chest tighten as he approached. The distance between them closed far too quickly, even though his pace never changed. He stopped in front of her. Emily could smell his cologne—subtle, expensive, restrained. It only made the moment worse. “Who,” Silver asked calmly, “are you?” The question hit her harder than the gunsho

For a moment, it felt like the room itself had stalled, as if the air-conditioning had cut out and left everyone breathing the same thick, stale pocket of disbelief.Then the murmurs started.Quiet at first. Careful. Almost polite.“That’s not funny.”Someone laughed—short, sharp, defensive.“Johnny? As in… that Johnny?”A few heads turned, not toward Mr. Silva, but toward Johnny. As if looking at him long enough might correct the mistake.It didn’t.“He doesn’t look like—” a woman near the glass wall began, then stopped herself, but it was too late. The thought had already landed.“He doesn’t look like a CEO,” someone else finished for her.The words carried more offense than disbelief.Johnny stood where he was. Hands relaxed at his sides. Jacket still rumpled from earlier. No effort made to straighten himself. No effort made to look like anything other than what he was.That, more than anything, seemed to enrage them.“I know him,” a man from Finance said, louder now. “I signed off

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No one spoke. No one even breathed properly. The room felt smaller than it had a few minutes ago. Same walls. Same glass table. Same expensive chairs. But the air had changed. It was heavy now. Thick. Like the moment before something breaks. Johnny saw it in their faces. Fear. Real fear. Not the nervous kind. Not the polite kind executives fake during bad meetings. This was the kind that crawled into your chest and sat there, squeezing slowly. These were the same people who had bullied him when he walked in this building just a few weeks ago. The same people who laughed while he was humiliated. He looked at Emily and Darius more closely. These were the people that made his life a living hell. And now they were standing. Waiting. Because the man they stepped on wasn’t just back. He owned the floor beneath their feet. And they were just realizing it. Johnny didn’t rush anything. He didn’t smile. He didn’t shout. He just stood there, hands relaxed at his sides, e