Henry’s POV

“Stop.” I said suddenly.

The presenter froze mid-sentence, his fingers tightening around the remote in his hand. The large screen behind him still displayed charts and figures, but no one dared to look at them now.

I sat at the head of the table, a frown etched into my face but it deepened as I stared at the numbers. Something was wrong and I sensed it immediately.

“You altered the Q3 logistics report. Why the fvck did you do that?”

Unease rippled through the room. ...