Isabella took a deep breath before pushing open the heavy wooden doors of the boardroom. The moment she stepped inside, her entrance coincided perfectly with Mr. White's declaration.

"... But remember, the clock is ticking."

Mr. White announced, his voice echoing through the room filled with executives.

“The clock doesn’t need to tick” Isabella interrupted.

All heads turned towards Isabella as she walked in, accompanied by Mr. Turner, one of the company's legal representatives. The board members' faces were loaded with confusion and questions.

Isabella, with an air of confidence, made her way to an empty seat and sat down gracefully, her posture exuding calm assurance.

Mr. White, taken aback...