DAPHNE’s POV

They thought erasing my work would erase me But when the numbers came alive in my hands, I realized no one could delete what I carried in my head.

The conference room wasn’t just a room anymore; it was an arena.

The air was thick with expectation, with the weight of men and women who had built fortunes and were waiting to see if I’d crumble.

I refused to.

I stood tall at the head of the table, the screen behind me glowing with my slides.

My palms were damp, but my voice came ...