(Lena’s POV)

The boardroom lights felt colder as the screens filled with data. Spreadsheets, contracts, and internal memos flickered one after another, each document presented as carefully as evidence in a trial. Victoria spoke softly while the digital projections shifted behind her, her tone calm and detached, as if she were explaining a routine audit rather than orchestrating a public execution.

“These are the transfers,” she said, pointing toward the figures displayed on the wall. ...