Amelia POV
Every eye in the boardroom locks on me.
I set my briefcase down with deliberate precision. Let the sound echo. My heart hammers against my ribs but my hands don't shake.
Not anymore.
"Ms. Hart." Marcus Hale's smile is condescending. "I'm not sure what you think you can contribute to this discussion."
"Data." I pull out my tablet. Connect it to the presentation screen. "Something this board seems to be lacking."
Daniel stares at me like I'm a ghost. His face is pale. Exhausted. Those steel-gray eyes hold questions I'm not ready to answer.
I won't look at him again. Can't.
"The Crane Enterprises deal lost thirty-two million." I pull up the first slide. Financial breakdown. Color-coded charts. "That's accurate. What Mr. Hale failed to mention is that twenty-four million of
