Hailey's POV
“Ms. Ramsey.” Denison, the CFO, leaned forward, fingers laced together, wearing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “With all due respect, you have zero experience running a corporation of this magnitude. Ramsey Industries employs over fifty thousand people globally. Our shareholders are… concerned.”
“Concerned about what, exactly?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay even. My hands were shaking under the table, nails biting into my palms.
“About stability,” Valeria, the VP of Operations, said smoothly. “The media attention surrounding your inheritance has tanked our stock. Down twenty percent in the last seventy-two hours.”
“That’s hardly my fault...” My voice rose despite myself.
“Isn’t it?” Denison slid a tablet across the table toward me.
The screen lit up with
