CHAPTER EIGHT
Danelle sat on the velvet-cushioned armchair in her suite, her laptop propped up on her crossed knees. The screen glowed against her face in the dim room, highlighting the shadows under her eyes. She hadn't realized how late it had gotten.
The files Stella sent her filled the screen—names, figures, partnership agreements, exit notices.
Her jaw tightened.
So many investors had pulled out already? She hadn't anticipated this level of damage.
It's worse than I thought, she mused, scrolling slowly through the document. Investor after investor had distanced themselves from the Damilton branch of Da Vinci Co. The moment the leadership lost direction, the vultures had circled—and now the company was crumbling from the inside out.
She exhaled sharply, shutting her laptop momentarily just to think.
