Chapter 22
"This isn’t business... this is punishment," another muttered.
Bartholomew Ainsley, still seated at the head of the table, suddenly shifted in his chair, his cold, calculating eyes slowly locking onto James. James, who was quiet now, still trying to make sense of what just happened, suddenly felt the weight of that stare.
The tension thickened as Bartholomew Ainsley narrowed his eyes. The energy in the room shifted. Even the others sensed something was about to break.
James looked up—and froze.
Bartholomew Ainsley face was stern. But behind that sternness was something more dangerous.
Suspicion.
A sharp silence spread across the room again, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
At that moment James sat up straighter, sensing the change.
Then, Bartholomew Ainsley spoke, slowly and with a voice that cut deep.
"James."
James didn’t respond immediately.