"Show us," Helms's voice cut through the tense silence, drawing Winter's attention.
Winter's gaze settled on the man, her expression calm but her words laced with a sharp edge. "Before we proceed, Mr. Helms, I have a question. Is there any possibility that you met with Mr. Greyson? Any form of meeting?"
Helms's face tightened, his jaw working as if fighting with words. "Yes... we did meet. He approached me, trying to convince me to drop the project with J&K and join his venture instead."
A slight smile played at Winter's lips. "Then, I must say, Mr. Helms, that is precisely where you went wrong. That single step of yours became the reason for your current predicament."
A murmur rippled through the silent meeting hall, curiosity sparking in every gaze directed at Helms, who now looked visibly uncomfortable.
