CHAPTER 29
Author: Geefty
last update2025-04-14 15:06:21

Vanessa’s POV

The boardroom was a pressure cooker, the air thick with unspoken accusations and simmering tensions. Sunlight streamed through the expansive windows, casting long shadows over the polished mahogany table where Hale Pharmaceuticals' future hung in the balance.

My father, sat at the helm, his expression a mask of controlled fury. To his right, my brother Nathan shifted uncomfortably, his usual bravado noticeably absent. I occupied the seat to Richard's left, my notepad open but untouched, bracing for the storm about to break.

The shareholders, a mix of seasoned investors and newer stakeholders, exchanged uneasy glances. The recent scandal had shaken their confidence, and the cracks in our foundation were beginning to show.

Mr. Langley, a senior shareholder with a penchant for bluntness, broke the silence. "Richard, this debacle has left us exposed. The media is relentless, and our stock is in freefall."

Father's jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the tabl
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