Chapter 93

Murat strode into the boardroom with his shoulders square, his gait deliberate yet powerful, the same commanding aura preceding him as he took his place at the head of the table. The polished hardwood gleamed under the overhead lights, reflecting the stark dominance of the man who now sat silently, his sharp features betraying no emotion.

“Good morning, Mr. Khan,” the room chorused.

Murat merely nodded, his face devoid of warmth or acknowledgment. His presence alone was enough to instill both reverence and fear among those seated. The presenter, sensing Murat’s impatience, dove straight into the briefing.

Slide after slide illuminated the screen, showcasing statistics, market trends, and quarterly profits. Murat listened intently, his icy gaze fixed on the screen. The numbers were familiar to him; nothing here was news. Still, he listened, his stoic demeanor demanding complete attention from everyone else in the room.

When the presentation concluded, silence