Stella POV
I had always trusted my ability to stay calm even in the face of anarchy.
Even if heads are rolling…
But at the moment, I am beginning to doubt that theory and belief I had built around myself over the years.
At first, it began as a tense and feigned indifference, but as months blurred into years, it turned into a mask I had carefully worn.
And from the time I found myself in the corporate world, my master had always hammered it into my ears that showing the slightest fear could always be counted as unworthiness.
He used to say that boardrooms were no different from battlefields. That predators did not need claws when they had contracts and influence.
That showing even the slightest tremor in your voice was equivalent to handing your opponent a knife, and if one must get things done, confidence is the key.
This lesson had always clung to me like a garment.
