The heavy glass doors of the conference room in Manila closed with a low echo.
Anastasia sat with her files spread before her, her pen resting quietly against the edge of the folder.
Alfonso Martinez leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked on the numbers projected on the screen, while Mr. David's voice cut across the room.
"This is not a small dent," David said, his tone sharp yet weary. "If this continues, we will lose a portion of our holdings to outside investors. Some already smell weakness."
Anastasia straightened in her seat, her voice calm but firm.
"Then we cannot allow that. The market is unpredictable, but our foundation is not weak. We only need to show strength before they push harder."
Alfonso rubbed his temple. "It is not only about strength, Ms. Stones. There's something else.
Someone is moving against us deliberately. These sudden shifts do not just appear. It feels orchestrated."
Anastasia's brows tightened. "Do you mean sabotage?"
