Chapter 66 The Seeds Of Doubt

• The conference room buzzed with low murmurs, the air thick with tension. Clara sat at the head of the glossy mahogany table, fingers hovering over her laptop as she prepared to present the final pitch of the quarter. Her nerves were a live wire, but she wore determination like armor.
• Ethan sat beside her, cool and unreadable in his tailored suit. Across the table, the board members leaned forward, expectant. Even Gabrielle sat poised at the edge, her ruby-red lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.
• “Let’s begin,” Clara announced, voice steady despite the storm in her chest. She tapped the keys, the projector humming to life, only to display a blank screen.