The payback of Jeremy Xavier

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Jeremy remained composed, leaning back in his chair as the tense energy in the room thickened. His piercing gaze shifted to Vivian, a subtle smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I said," Jeremy began, his voice calm but commanding, "that Ethan’s numbers don’t add up. And I have the evidence to prove it."

Ethan's face turned pale, his confident demeanor cracking like fragile glass. "That's a bold accusation, Jeremy," he shot back, his voice shaky but attempting to sound firm. "You better have something substantial to back it up."

"Oh, I do," Jeremy said, pulling a sleek tablet from his briefcase. With a few swipes, he cast a detailed projection onto the room's central screen. "Here’s the financial report you submitted last quarter, Ethan. Notice the inconsistencies in your revenue streams? Or should I point out the conveniently inflated figures?"

The audience, a mix of high-profile investors and industry leaders, leaned forward in their seats, murmurs rippling through the crowd.