"Well?" Isabelle's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "We're all waiting to hear about these miraculous qualifications."
The room felt suffocating. Dozens of eyes bore into me, some curious, others openly hostile. I could see the doubt creeping across faces that had been supportive just minutes ago.
"This is ridiculous," Evelyn said from the stage, her voice tight with anger. "We're here to discuss business partnerships, not conduct personal interrogations."
"Are we?" Liam stepped forward, his usual smirk plastered across his face. "Because I think everyone here deserves to know who they're really dealing with."
Bella moved closer, her eyes gleaming with vindictive satisfaction. "Tell them about your medical training, Ethan. Which prestigious university did you attend?"
"Tell them about your business experience," Grace added. "What successful companies have you built?"
The crowd was shifting uncomfortably. I could see doubt spreading like a virus through the room.
