Scorched Earth

The conference room was too quiet.

Sylvie sat at the long glass table, but she wasn’t really there. Her body was. Her hands rested near the laptops. Her phone lay beside them, screen lighting up every few seconds. But her mind felt far away. Distant. Like she was watching everything from outside herself.

Three laptops were open in front of her.

Numbers. Contracts. Emails. Evidence.

All the things