"Miss Vale, your mere words don't weigh anything before the proofs this man has provided," Mr. Keaton sneered, taking a slow step forward so the board members behind him had a full view of the screen still displaying the whistleblower's image. "And most importantly… he disclosed all this yesterday."
His tone dropped lower, almost conspiratorial. "But guess what?"
He paused dramatically, his cold eyes locking onto Avery's like a trap snapping shut.
"Before anyone could get him to share further details…" —he let his words linger, letting the suspense churn in the room— "he vanished."
Gasps rippled across the table. Whispers broke out in clusters, Avery's fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table as she stared at Keaton, stunned.
He was implying—
"Mr. Keaton…" she began, her voice low and trembling from restrained fury, "what exactly are you trying to say?"
