The tension in Mark's office was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Emma stood near the window, her arms wrapped around herself as if for protection. Tom leaned against the wall, his jaw clenched, eyes darting between Emma and Mark. Jake sat in a chair, looking uncomfortable but determined. And Mark... Mark paced like a caged animal, the weight of his revelations hanging heavy in the air.
"So," Tom broke the silence, his voice tight with barely controlled anger, "you're telling us that you and Vivian have been manipulating both our companies as part of some grand conspiracy?"
Mark stopped pacing, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "It's not a conspiracy, Tom. It's... a necessary evil. The world of business isn't black and white. Sometimes, to achieve something truly rev
