CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Miranda's POV

Upon our return, my grandfather wasted no time in organizing an emergency meeting with the highest stakeholders in the company. To him, this was the first step in preventing the consortium from being ruined by an anonymous person who had sent a threatening letter to my grandfather during our absence.

As I stood before the stakeholders, I could feel their eyes fixed on me, awaiting my speech. "Greetings, everyone. I assume you are all aware of the recent change in leadership of this consortium, which has been passed down to me by my grandfather," I began, pausing momentarily to glance at my grandfather, who nodded in encouragement.

"Apologies for the delay," I continued, looking around at the stakeholders, my gaze lingering on Alexander, whose eyes were strangely fixated on the floor as if lost in thought. "Mr. Alexander, I urge you to snap out of your daydream and refocus your attention on our important discussion. The growth of the consortium depends