ARMAND ARMSTRONG; BILLIONAIRE ON A MISSION

Chapter Ten

Armand pushed open the door and stepped into the conference room. The soft rustle of his tailored suit echoed in the quiet space, drawing eyes to his figure. The suit, a deep charcoal with a subtle pinstripe, clung perfectly to his shoulders and tapered waist. The silk tie, a rich shade of midnight blue, added a touch of elegance, complementing the crisp white shirt beneath.

As Armand walked purposefully towards the head of the table, his polished black Oxfords made scarcely a sound on the plush carpet. His face was a mask of stern determination, lips pressed into a thin line, and his jaw clenched ever so slightly. Piercing eyes scanned the room, noting every detail, every person.

Without a word, he reached the head of the table and adjusted his cufflinks with deliberate precision. The room held its collective breath, waiting for Armand to speak, knowing that whatever came next would set the tone for the day’s proceedings.

Before Armand could lower himself into the chair at the h