The early morning sun filtered through the Hawke Tower conference room, softening the cold chrome and glass into something warm. But no sunlight could touch the tension stretching between Sebastian and his board of directors.
At the head of the table, Sebastian stood with a calm expression, arms folded, while Lila presented findings from the flash drive Amelia had recovered.
“These files,” Lila said, clicking through slides, “were intended for a targeted leak. Fake job applications with falsified dates. Forged documents hinting Amelia had accessed confidential data without clearance. Even a fabricated scandal suggesting she slept her way into the company.”
Gasps and murmurings rippled along the board.
Sebastian’s voice cut through them like ice. “None of it is true.”
He looked down th
