Elena braced one hand against the stone floor, pain shooting from the back of her knee all the way up her thigh and leaving her leg numb for several seconds. Before she could fully straighten herself again, Reginald’s voice came down from above.
“I’m asking you one last time. Did you have Zeyan go to Northstar and pressure them into giving you back control of the project?”
She looked up, her gaze sweeping across every face in the boardroom.
No one appeared to truly want the answer. Some avoided meeting her eyes, while the rest waited with cold expressions, as though all it would take was one nod from her for everything to fall neatly into the conclusion they had already chosen.
“I never told him to do anything.”
Reginald tightened his grip on the cane, his anger growing heavier.
“You
