Maria's POV
She actually did it.
I watched Isabella stride back into the conference room, surrounded by researchers who were suddenly treating her like some kind of corporate messiah. The same people who'd been whispering about nepotism just an hour ago were now hanging on her every word, nodding along to whatever she was saying about the investor tour next week.
Impossible. This should have been impossible.
I'd planned everything so carefully. The sample switch was executed perfectly—that young lab assistant had been so easy to manipulate with a few tears and a story about wanting to surprise Mrs. Romano with an upgraded display. The corrupted presentation files had been my backup plan, insurance in case she somehow noticed the wrong medications.
And those research notes I'd so helpf
