"Ma'am, let's get into the conference room to start the meeting. Everyone is waiting for you," Shawn interjected urgently, his voice laced with a sense of urgency. Arabella couldn't help but notice the deep concern etched on his face, which ignited a flicker of unease within her.
"Why do you look so stressed, Shawn?" Arabella asked, her brows furrowing with worry. Her gut instinct told her that something ominous loomed ahead.
"Uh, ma'am. There's a problem with the company. With your company's shareholders, to be more specific," Shawn replied slowly, carefully gauging Arabella's reactions, knowing all too well that the news he bore was far from favorable.