Camila’s POV
The boardroom was so quiet I could practically hear the soft hum of the AC and the faint ticking of the wall clock. The city skyline stretched across the glass windows behind us, but no one dared admire it. Not when our sales report glowed on the massive presentation screen like a wound that refused to heal. Charts and sales graphs frozen mid-slide – silent proof of everything we had lost these past days.
I crossed one leg over the other, fingers tapping rhythmically against the glass table.
Everyone avoided my gaze.
Good.
They should.
“Walk me through the numbers again,” I said flatly.
Laura stood at the head of the room, her posture stiff, the remote trembling slightly between her fingers like a soldier about to deliver a death sentence.
“Our fourth-quarter sales dr
