Aria's POV
I'm three slides into my presentation on restructuring NexWave's international partnerships when I hear it: a woman's voice, shrill and grating, cutting through the professional atmosphere of the building like nails on a chalkboard.
"Don't you dare ignore me, Damien! I've been calling you for three hours! THREE HOURS!"
The voice echoes up from the floor below, loud enough that several board members exchange uncomfortable glances. Mr Hutchinson, our CFO, winces visibly. The screaming continues, growing louder and more aggressive, punctuated by what sounds like something being slammed: a door, maybe, or a hand against a desk.
"Is that…" Margaret starts, her expression tightening with distaste.
"Vanessa," I finish, already moving toward the door. My heels click sharply agai
