“Yes,” Mia replied calmly. “I oversee all external partnerships now.” She gestured to the documents before them. “Let’s begin.” The room felt charged, a collision of two worlds—one built on inherited power, the other on earned authority. For the first time, Eleanor seemed unsure of her footing.
Mia presented her findings with practiced composure. The Whitmore Group’s finances were strained, their projections overly optimistic. “Your proposal lacks sustainability,” she said gently. Mia felt a certain pleasure in noticing Eleanor blanch visibly.