“Get that video down now! Pay whoever you have to.”
Elliot and Tanya sat at the far end of the table, both trying to look unbothered.
Elliot leaned back, arms crossed, his jaw tight. “She didn’t belong there,” he said, like it was obvious.
“You saw her. Looked like she hadn’t showered in a week.” Tanya nodded, picking at her manicured nails.
“I was just following protocol. That backpack was a health hazard.”
A few execs nodded, eager to agree with anyone who sounded confident.
But a junior staffer, a young guy with glasses and a nervous habit of tapping his pen, spoke up.
“I heard Veil Holdings sent someone to test us, like a secret shopper thing. What if it was her?”
The room went quiet. Gavin laughed, sharp and dismissive. “A CEO in that outfit? Come on, kid.”
Before the meeting ended, a woman from the PR team, her glasses slipping down her nose, hesitated, then spoke up.
