Chapter Forty Seven
The atmosphere in the conference room was somber, the weight of recent events casting a shadow over Alex, Sam, Sarah, and Charles as they gathered around the polished mahogany table. The tension was palpable, a sense of urgency hanging in the air like a challenge waiting to be addressed.

"Well, that was quite the showdown yesterday," Alex said, breaking the silence, his brow furrowed with concern. "I'm still trying to process everything that happened."

Sarah nodded solemnly, her gaze fixed on the documents scattered before her. "I still can't believe Owen had the audacity to show his face after everything that's happened. He's got some nerve, I'll give him that."

Sam's jaw tightened as he clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with anger. "He's got nerve, all right. But we can't let him intimidate us. We need to stay focused on what's important and not let him get under our skin."

Charles, ever the voice of reason, spoke up from his seat at the head of the table. "Agreed. Let's not dwel
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