OPHELIA
The man's tone was calm, almost unhurried. "I received this in person. Whole file. So the leak wasn't through the press." He eyes swept over the room with a great intensity. "It was through someone in this building."
The words dropped like boulders in water and waves of silence spread over the big oak table.
Charlotte leaned forward, her gaze narrowing. "One of us provided the tabloids with raw feed? That isn't just sabotage—that's treason."
One of the older members snorted, fidgeting with his tie in feigned calm. "Treason? Let's not be melodrama—
"Dramatic?" Charlotte cut in, her voice as cutting as glass. "You want dramatic? How about explaining to our investors why they're looking at a billionaire CEO in what is essentially a bootleg porno trailer? Or why their stocks are p
