Leaving the conference room, Florence tilted her head back, exhaling slowly.
The contract had been secured... but one matter remained unresolved.
Calm but unyielding, she said, "We have another issue to address."
It wasn't just the tampered contract—she had to ensure Timon understood the gravity of his betrayal.
"Ms. Hawthorne, the contract's been secured. Can't we just—" Diego tried to diffuse the tension with a cheerful tone, but Florence cut him off sharply.
"No. Timon, you've outdone yourself this time... Do you realize your little stunt almost cost Hawthorne Group hundreds of millions?" she asked, her tone laced with icy derision.
Timon sneered. "Ms. Hawthorne, wasn't it your signature on that data sheet? That makes it your responsibility, not mine. Don't put the blame on me jus
