Chapter 67 The Breaking Point

• Clara stood before the conference table, the cold glare of the board members cutting into her like shards of glass. The giant screen behind her displayed falsified financial statements, numbers she didn’t recognize, numbers that painted her as reckless, corrupt.
• Gabrielle sat at the end of the table, legs crossed elegantly, a venomous smirk playing at her lips. “Looks like someone’s in over their head,” she purred, her voice slicing through the thick tension in the room.
• Clara’s jaw clenched. Her nails bit into her palms as she fought to steady her breathing. “You did this,” she hissed through gritted teeth.