The sleek conference room of MK Enterprises hummed with nervous energy. Emma sat at the long table, her fingers drumming an anxious rhythm on her tablet. Around her, the faces of her colleagues were a mix of determination and worry. At the head of the table, Mark paced, his usual calm demeanor replaced by barely contained agitation.
"Alright, people," Mark said, his voice cutting through the tension. "We all know why we're here. HM Enterprises has just launched a direct attack on our market share. We need to respond, and we need to do it now."
Emma's stomach clenched. She knew this day had been coming, but the reality of it still hit her like a physical blow. HM Enterprises – Tom's company – was now MK's primary competitor. And she was caught squarely in the middle.
Sarah leaned in, her
