Vera sat upright, her gaze fixed as she stared at the person who had just spoken, her fists clenched on her thighs.
Jessica glanced at her, a wicked grin flashing across her face. "I believe you have all asked your questions," she said to the members.
The murmurs grew louder, spreading around the table like a wave.
A few directors tapped their pens nervously against the polished surface of the mahogany table.
Others exchanged wary glances, sensing that the story Vera was weaving wasn't entirely airtight.
Jessica leaned back in her chair, one hand resting lightly on the file before her. Her posture was relaxed, almost indifferent, as her cold gaze pierced through Vera like steel.
"Seems they have nothing else to ask you," Jessica finally spoke, her voice calm but laced with quiet authority. "But I have."
Vera felt her breath catch in her throat as she caught the cold glint in Jessica's eyes.
