Chapter 92

• Ethan’s hand tightened into a fist, but he kept his composure. He had heard these accusations before, and he wasn’t about to let them derail him now.
• “I have evidence of my work,” Ethan said, standing up and walking to the screen at the front of the room. He clicked a button, and a series of graphs and performance metrics appeared. “Here, you can see the growth trajectory since I took over. Revenue has increased by 15%, and we’ve reduced operational costs by 10%. These aren’t just numbers—they represent the results of a solid, strategic plan.”
• But Fred wasn’t done. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, his expression smug.