Mia's POV;
Sitting at the head of the sleek glass conference is Adrian, the epitome of control. He is dressed in a crisp black suit with gold buttons, his posture rigid, and his expression devoid of anything resembling warmth. His cold, calculated voice slices through the room like a well-sharpened blade.
"The projections indicate that by focusing on high-end clients collectively, and eliminating unnecessary luxury add-ons, we can maximize profit margins by 18% within the first quarter." He turns his laptop screen to my direction, and presents a color-coded spreadsheet so dense it looks like an...encrypted message. "I've restructured the budget allocation to prioritize investor returns. Cuts were made where necessary."
I frown, sitting across from him. "Wait, wait, wait." I hold up
