The next morning, the tension in the conference room was thick enough to cut through.
Papers rustled, pens tapped against notepads, and the quiet hum of whispered discussions filled the space.
Ruby sat beside Stefan, her fingers flipping through one of the many contracts sprawled across the table. Everyone from the legal team was present, their brows furrowed in concentration as they combed through the ten-year lease agreement with the troublesome Mr Sherlock.
Every now and then, one of the lawyers would point out a clause, murmur a possible lead, or scribble down a note. The urgency in the room was palpable—this wasn't just another corporate strategy meeting. This was a mission, a desperate search for a legal lifeline to sever ties with a man whose negligence was endangering lives.
