The moment Ethan held that tablet, the air in the conference room thickened like syrup before a storm. You could feel it — not just tension, but the kind of dread that settles when someone's about to drop a bomb wrapped in velvet. He didn't shout at first. He just stared at the screen, jaw tightening, eyes narrowing as if trying to burn through the pixels into the truth behind them. And then — boom.