Chapter 411 Billionaire's Lies

• Thursday morning came.
• The conference room cooled, a chill in contrast to the tension in the room. The long table glared in the fluorescent ceiling light, its metal surface reflecting off the serious faces of the board members, all sitting quietly awaiting the next speaker. Jenny White, at the top of the table, read her notes again before the meeting began.
• But all the confidence, all the rehearsing for hours, and still the flip of nervousness in her stomach. And it wasn't presentation nervousness.