JASMINE
I stood near the head of the long conference table, arms crossed, trying to keep my expression neutral while my stomach twisted with anxiety. The investors were late. Every minute that passed felt like another nail being driven into the coffin of this deal. Millions — possibly billions — hung in the balance. My father had already called twice this morning, his voice sharp with disapproval. The board was whispering. And worst of all, I had let Jasmine convince me to give her this chance.
What if they don't show? What if she can't pull this off?
The door finally opened. My assistant stepped in, looking slightly stunned. "Sir, they're here. All three of them, with their teams."
I straightened. "Show them in."
Mr. Harrington entered first, followed by Mr. Langford and Mr. Reeves — three of the most influential real estate investors in the region. Their faces were stern, eyes sharp with suspicion. They took their seats without pleasantries. Harrington spoke first.
