FIVE YEARS LATER…GLORY“I still don’t see any tangible reason to invest in this, Mr. Mahoor.” My voice was calm, deliberate. I leaned back in my chair, gaze flicking from the poorly structured flip charts to his anxious, sweat-beaded face.He swallowed hard, shifting on his feet, his fingers gripping the edge of the podium as if it were the only thing keeping him standing.“The thing here is that if we—”“Mr. Mahoor.” My exhale was slow, measured. “When it comes to doing business with me, I don’t deal in ifs.”“Oh, I deeply apologize, ma’am.” He let out a weak laugh, but no one else found anything funny. I caught one of his team members discreetly motioning for him to wrap it up.They were all the same. They thought they could impress me with half-baked proposals, second-rate pitches, and surface-level research. As if I would lower my standards for them.“Before you continue,” I glanced at my wristwatch, the diamonds glinting under the conference room lights, “you have exactly fiftee
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