"Apologies for keeping everyone waiting."
Camilla's dark, piercing eyes swept calmly over the assembled crowd as her crimson lips parted.
"As you're all aware, Sinclair has been dealing with some health issues recently and is currently undergoing treatment."
Her expression remained composed, her tone neither submissive nor arrogant.
"According to Grandfather's wishes, I will be temporarily overseeing the management of the Luther Corporation.
I've invited you all here today to bear witness."
Though seated like everyone else, Camilla carried herself with an air of authority that made her seem elevated, as if one couldn't help but look up to her.
It was a presence not unlike the one Sinclair himself commanded.
Her voice, soft yet cool, cut through the absolute silence of the conference room with striking clarity.
The attendees exchanged glances, their expressions varying—some contemplative, others inscrutable.
