Mathieu's POV
The meeting room is too bright. The glass walls let in a gray, almost metallic light. I stare at the Consume Me file in front of me, but the letters blur. Adrien, to my left, flips through his notes with mechanical precision. Suzana doesn’t move. Arms crossed, her gaze icy, she waits.
“The national launch is ready,” Adrien says, his voice steady. “Campaigns are calibrated, distributors aligned. But there’s still the question of the international market…” He stops, as if he knows I refuse to open that door.
I nod sharply. “International is not on the agenda. Consume Me must first establish itself here.”
Suzana smirks, her tone cold. “You refuse expansion, but you also refuse to deal with your internal problems. Do you think no one notices?” Her words cut, her eyes locked o
