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He took the elevator to the 40th floor.

The IT department was a hive of nervous energy.

The migration had been successful, which meant today was the debriefing.

The executive team wanted a full report.

“You look like hell,” his manager, a nervous man named Greg, said as Liam sat at his desk.

“Long night,” Liam rasped.

“Well, drink a gallon of coffee. Morgan is sitting in on the debrief.”

Liam felt his stomach drop into his shoes.

“Morgan? She never comes to post-mortems.”

“She’s coming to this one. The outage last night nearly cost us the Amazon contract. She wants to look the team in the eye.” Greg patted Liam’s shoulder.

“You saved our asses, Liam. Just explain the patch, keep it technical, and don’t make eye contact.”

At 10:00 AM, Liam walked into Boardroom A.

It was a vast expanse of polished mahogany, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, and ergonomic leather chairs.

The room was already filled with department heads, nervous engineers, and project managers.

And at the head of the table sat Morgan Hayes.

She was wearing a slate-grey suit, her dark hair pulled back into a severe, flawless knot.

She was tapping a silver pen against a legal pad, her face completely unreadable.

She didn’t look up as Liam entered, but he felt a physical weight settle on his chest the moment he saw her.

He took a seat near the back, hiding behind Greg.

The meeting began.

It was a blur of acronyms, timeline graphs, and defensive posturing from the network team.

Morgan listened in absolute silence.

When someone spoke too long, she simply raised her silver pen a fraction of an inch, and the speaker would immediately stammer to a halt.

Finally, it was IT’s turn.

Greg stumbled through the introduction and punted the ball to Liam.

Liam stood up.

His legs felt like lead.

He pulled up his slides on the massive screen behind Morgan.