(Sabrina’s POV)
The conference room feels like it's shrinking. Every eye is on me—suspicious, uncertain, already condemning me before I've had a real chance to defend myself.
The Henderson executives are already standing, gathering their briefcases with expressions that make my stomach twist. Disgust. Disappointment. The kind of look that says they've already written me off as a fraud.
They are halfway to the door when Jessica's voice cuts through the tension like a blade.
"Wait."
The lead executive pauses, his hand on the door handle. His expression is glacial. "Ms. Morgan, we've seen enough. Hale Global clearly has internal issues to resolve before—"
"Before you walk away insulted and humiliated, you should know the full story." Jessica's voice drips with righteous indignation as s
