Lisa stood tall, holding a thick folder close to her chest as she faced Oliver across his sleek glass desk. The tension in the room was quiet but heavy, like the silence before a storm. Oliver had his back partially turned to her, staring out through the large office window that overlooked the city. But the moment Lisa cleared her throat and said, "This is the document you asked for," he slowly turned to face her, his expression unreadable.
Lisa placed the folder gently on his desk. "I've gone through everything. I double-checked the numbers, cross-referenced the accounts, and ran every calculation twice." Her voice was steady but laced with a quiet rage. "It's all in here. James borrowed a little under $300 million in total—"
Immediately Oliver's eyebrows twitched. "That much?"
