Outside the convention center, Clara Morgan paced back and forth like a caged animal. Her designer heels clicked against the pavement with each angry step. The humiliation she had just witnessed burned in her chest like acid.
"This is insane," she hissed to Damien Pierce, who was checking his phone with obvious irritation. "Did you see what just happened in there? That country bumpkin completely destroyed us."
Damien looked up from his screen. "I saw Sebastian get outmaneuvered by a better product. That's business."
"Business?" Clara's voice rose to a near shriek. "That nobody made us look like fools in front of the entire industry. We have to do something."
"Like what?" Damien asked coldly. "Challenge him to a duel?"
Clara stopped pacing and stared at him with wild eyes. "We kill him."
The words hung in the air between them. Damien slowly put his phone away and studied Clara's face. She wasn't joking.
"You've lost your mind," he said quietly.
