"What about Viktor's claims you ruined the company?" a VIP business reporter called from the front row, sharp suit crisp, voice booming authoritative over the rising hum.
"Lies," Hellen shot back instantly, eyes narrowing to lethal slits, alpha pheromones sharpening the air like a blade. "Emily saved it from bankruptcy—tripled revenue in months, factories repurchased, global pre-orders exploding."
"Is that what you define as success?" the VIP reporter pressed harder, smirking sceptical, notepad flipping open with a dramatic snap, eyes glinting challenging under the spotlights.
"Your success definition seems different—stuck in outdated metrics," Hellen retorted coolly, leaning forward unyielding, her tailored blazer straining over broad shoulders, honey-citrus pheromones thickening with alpha resolve. "Ours is growth, innovation, market domination."
