Amelia POV

Every eye in the boardroom locks on me.

I set my briefcase down with deliberate precision. Let the sound echo. My heart hammers against my ribs but my hands don't shake.

Not anymore.

"Ms. Hart." Marcus Hale's smile is condescending. "I'm not sure what you think you can contribute to this discussion."

"Data." I pull out my tablet. Connect it to the presentation screen. "Something this board seems to be lacking."

Daniel stares at me like I'm a ghost. His face is pale. Exhausted. ...