Chapter 89 The company mole

The boardroom was silent as Mariama and Agamemnon stared each other down across the polished mahogany table. The air was thick with tension, the other board members shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Finally, Agamemnon spoke, his voice cool and measured. "It seems we've reached an impasse, Ms. Mariama." Mariama's eyes narrowed. "So it would seem, Mr. Agamemnon." One of the neutral board members cleared his throat. "Given the... complexity of the situation, perhaps it would be wise to call a temporary truce. Give both sides time to reassess their positions." Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room. Agamemnon leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk playing at his lips. "I'm amenable to that suggestion. Ms. Mariama?" Mariama's jaw clenched. She knew this wasn't a victory, merely a postponement of the inevitable conflict. But she also knew she needed time to regroup, to shore up her defenses. "Agreed," she said finally. "A truce. For now." As the meeting adjourned, Maria