STONE INDUSTRIES – BOARDROOM – MORNINGThe boardroom was packed. Twelve executives sat around the long mahogany table, their faces tense, their folders open. The windows behind Amelia showed the Manhattan skyline, gray and cold under the morning clouds.Amelia stood at the head, her blazer sharp, her hair pulled back, her expression unreadable. She clicked the remote in her hand, and the screen behind her lit up with charts and graphs."Moving on to the quarterly losses," she said, her voice steady. "As you can see, our European division is down fourteen percent. I want a full audit by Friday. Every transaction. Every expense. Every single penny."A man near the end of the table, Mr. Harrison, cleared his throat. "Ms. Stone, we've already had our team in London looking into it. They suspect some of the losses are due to currency fluctuations, not internal issues."Amelia's eyes narrowed. "Currency fluctuations don't account for fourteen percent, Mr. Harrison. Something else is goi
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