Chapter 14 Web Of Deception

• The tension in the boardroom was thick, a slow, suffocating force pressing against Clara’s chest. The moment she stepped inside, she knew something was wrong.
• Evelyn Marlowe sat poised at the head of the table, her expression unreadable. Across from her, a rival team was preparing to present. Clara’s team. But something was off their posture too smug, their whispers too controlled.
• Then the presentation began.