Anna's POV
The tension at Phoenix Project headquarters was thick enough to cut with a knife. Lucy stood near the conference table, eyes already rimmed red the perfect picture of a woman wrongfully accused. Almost convincing.
Sean wasted no time. "Ms. Shaw, Mr. Simpson, we've uncovered significant financial irregularities in Simpson Group's accounts. More alarming, during procurement reviews, we found serious quality issues with raw materials Simpson Group purchased while managing the production line."
I caught Jack's expression shift from irritation to genuine surprise. He hadn't expected this.
"Clear the room," I ordered Rachel and Daniel. Only the key players could stay.
Lucy's confident mask faltered. Jack turned sharply to her. "What's going on?"
"I… I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, her composure cracking.
I watched her unravel, cold certainty settling in my veins.
