Dominic
"The numbers don't lie." Peterson jabbed his manicured finger at the projected charts, his silk tie quivering with indignation. "Stock prices down eighteen percent. Media coverage increasingly hostile. Three major clients threatening to pull their contracts." His voice dripped disdain. "All because our CEO has decided to pursue personal vendettas over company interests."
Around the mahogany table, faces turned toward me - some concerned, some calculating, all waiting to see how I'd handle this latest attack. The Sterling Industries boardroom had always felt like a gladiator arena, but today the comparison felt especially apt. Clear battle lines had been drawn, with Robert's allies on one side, my supporters on the other.
"Personal vendetta?" James spoke up from beside me, his no
