ELIJAH'S POV (Seven Years Later)
If a seer had told me years ago that everything would work out in the end, I wouldn't have believed them. Not for a second.
I sat at the head of the boardroom table, watching Isaac's face turn red with anger. The vote had just concluded - 7 to 2 against his pipeline project. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Isaac's eyes, filled with hatred, burned into mine across the polished mahogany surface.
Seven years. Seven years since the incident with Imogen and her family, and he still couldn't let it go. The man was obsessed.
The other board members shuffled their papers and stood up to leave. They avoided looking at either of us directly. They knew the score. The Rossi family drama had been the backdrop of corporate meetings for almost a decade now.
"Thank you all for your time," I said, keeping my voice even. Professional. "We'll reconvene next Tuesday to discuss the European expansion."
