"Elizabeth..." Ariana mumbled the name under her breath, making a mental note of the woman who had set her in her sights. Her sharp, perceptive eyes scanned the room, taking in the reactions of those present.
Luiss, ever the strategist, played along with the ruse. His expression was unreadable, but he sent a silent, fleeting glare in Ariana's direction, feigning distance. He knew the truth, but the other members of the team were still grasping at shadows, trying to piece together what was unfolding before them.
David, caught between alliances, struggled to discern what to believe. His furrowed brow and hesitant glances betrayed his inner turmoil. Meanwhile, Steven and the other executives openly glared at Ariana, convinced of her treachery.
Yet, amidst their scrutiny, Ariana remained poised. Her demeanor was the epitome of unshaken confidence—a slight, knowing smile gracing her lips as if she held the trump card in this high-stakes corporate war.