Viya's POV
Everyone's heads swiveled toward the doors, and I immediately spotted Miranda trying to push past security.
I watched her struggle with cold detachment, then gave a subtle signal to the head of security. Might as well let her in. We'd been expecting this.
Caesar's gaze shifted to me, one eyebrow raised slightly. "You knew she was coming?"
"I've been ready for this for a long time," I said quietly.
Miranda stormed toward the front of the room, and I waited until she was almost at the stage before speaking.
"You're accusing me of data falsification and Blackwood Pack of false advertising," I said, my voice cutting clearly through the murmurs. "Where's your proof?"
"The proof is right here!"
She thrust a stack of papers toward the nearest journalists.
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