Thane fe Osric of the South stood in the elevator, hands clasped behind his back and legs spread. On the surface, he looked ready to handle anything. Inside, he just hoped he maintained a stony expression—days of board meetings were his least favorite of all schedules. Long hours filled with self-important men making noises for the sake of their own voice, all stuck in rooms where he couldn’t enjoy the relative safety of his mirrored sunglasses.

But a room packed to the brim with entitled fucks ...