The air inside the mediation room felt heavier the second time they sat down. The fake calm had faded; everyone could taste the tension. The blinds were half-drawn now, sunlight cutting sharp, sterile lines across the polished table.
Sari sat straighter, calmer. She’d promised herself this round would be different. No outbursts, no slip-ups. Just logic. Strategy. Control.
Mariella began, crisp and deliberate. “Our client is willing to offer a settlement of fifty million pesos, which includes full restitution and a formal apology issued to Mr. Elizalde in a private capacity. The offer also includes a confidentiality clause, to ensure both parties avoid further damage or publicity.”
Sari kept her eyes on the table, not on Matthew, because she knew if she looked at him, she’d lose her grip
