POV: Xavier
The boardroom was a mausoleum of polished wood and silent judgment. Isabella sat at the far end of the long table, not with the leadership team, but as an item on the agenda. Her posture was flawless, her face a serene mask. The VIEW-ONLY access had been a prelude; today was the entombment.
The chairman presided, his presence a cold gravity that bent the room to his will. He spoke not with malice but with the dispassionate tone of a surgeon announcing a necessary amputation. “Given the demonstrated need for heightened oversight and clear lines of authority on our flagship Vega project, the Chair proposes the immediate appointment of an Executive Project Director. This role will assume final approval on all design, budgetary, and timeline decisions, streamlining communication
