James, still on the verge of tears but with a newfound hope in his eyes, had his gaze on Christabel and nodded, his hands trembling as he handed over the pieces of paper containing his emails. The other guests were captivated, unable to look away from the confident figure standing before them.
“Thank you, Mr. James,” Christabel said, her eyes narrowed as she turned the pages and read the email thread, her mind working at lightning speed to absorb and analyse the information before her. The crowded hall faded into the background as she focused on the words on the screen, each sentence unveiling a new layer of deception and negligence.
The emails were a damning exchange between Redolf Group's management and the construction contractors. They revealed a calculated decision to cut corners, u
