'No... no, this can't be happening,' Clara thought as the boardroom filled with silence. Her heartbeat roared in her ears.
The walls felt like they were closing in. Everyone's eyes were on her. Judging. Disappointed. Disgusted.
Mason remained standing, arms crossed in front of the screen that set up to exposed everything. His face was calm but cold. Calculated.
Nicholas sat frozen in his seat. His knuckles turned white under the table as he clenched his fists.
'What the hell is happening?' he thought. 'I did everything right. I believe she also did everything right. I warned her. How did he get an evidence?'
Clara's chest rose and fell in panic. Rage burned under her skin.
'He was never supposed to have any evidence. I made sure of it! I tore everything, I screamed—' Her thoughts spiraled as humiliation sunk its claws deep into her skin.
