Chapter 23
At that moment everyone looked at him, he raised a hand and pointed straight at James. "You. Find the person you crossed. Whoever you insulted. Whoever you belittled. Whoever you disrespected find them."
Immediately James swallowed hard. "But I don’t even know who I offended!"
Darnell slammed his hand on the table. "Then start remembering! Because if you don’t, we’re all finished."
The weight of their anger, their desperation, fell hard on James’s shoulders.
Ashcombe continued, "There’s only one reason the Victor family would move like this swift, silent, and with no second chances. They’re not doing this just to punish us. They’re making an example. And unfortunately, we’re caught in the crossfire."
"So what do we do?" another businessman asked, panic creeping into his voice.
"We apologize," Bartholomew Ainsley said plainly. "To whoever it is. We find out exactly who James wronged, and we beg them. We go on our knees if we have to. We clear this up before it gets worse."
James looked around the table, no one was laughing anymore.
No one was smiling, they were all looking at him like he held the knife that stabbed them in the back.
And maybe... maybe he had, even if he didn’t mean to.
He rubbed his temples. His thoughts were spinning. Who could it be? Who had the power to turn the Victors against him like this? Who had he offended that badly?