Inside were meeting notes, financial models, a draft acquisition framework, and two separate decision packets.
One would move two billion dollars into Teranova Systems.
The other would pull every possibility of future money away from it.
She looked at him, then at the room.
That was the moment the meeting stopped being an evaluation of a company and became an autopsy of a culture.
And Leonard Harrison had not yet realized he was the body on the table.
Three hours earlier, Olivia had pulled into Teranova’s campus in a dark gray sedan that cost less than most people assumed a woman like her would drive.
That was on purpose.
At forty-five, she had built her life around one lesson: when people thought you had something to prove, they told you exactly who they were.
The headquarters rose out of the north Atlanta suburbs like a monument to polished ambition.
Glass.
Steel.
A fountain in front.
Perfect hedges.
A flag snapping in the wind.
The kind of place that wanted the world to believe it was the future.
Olivia sat in the car for one extra second before getting out.
Not because she was nervous.
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