The big conference room at Vance Enterprises was dead quiet the next morning.
Outside, heavy rain hit the high windows. Inside, Alexander sat at the head of the long table. Marcus stood near the screen, pulling up fresh financial reports.
Clara sat next to Alexander, holding a thick folder. "How bad is it, Marcus?"
"The stock dropped twenty percent after the morning news," Marcus said, rubbing his eyes. "People are panicking because of the video. But that's not the worst part."
He tapped the screen, showing a chart with red numbers. "Someone on our board of directors is secretly selling off their shares. About 15% of the company's voting power was quietly transferred to a private account in the Cayman Islands an hour ago. That account belongs to Dominic."
Clara looked at the chart in
