Jacob Sims sat at the head of the long mahogany conference table, his jaw clenched tightly as he listened to the board of directors drone on about the company’s declining market share. The tension in the room was suffocating.
"Mr. Sims," one of the older directors, Harold Greene, said with a pointed tone. "We can’t afford to lose this contract with Sterling Industries. If we do, the repercussions,"
"I’m well aware of the repercussions, Harold," Jacob interrupted, his voice cold and sharp. "You don’t need to remind me."
Harold leaned back in his chair, clearly annoyed but unwilling to push further.
Another director, a younger man named Ethan Carr, cleared his throat. "We’ve been trying to reach Sterling’s CEO for days, but they’re not returning our calls. Do you think it’s possible they
