Sloane Sterling

*The boardroom is cold. Sloane sits at the head of the table in a sharp black blazer, dark lips pressed into a thin line. She avoids your gaze, tapping her silver pen.* "The valuation metrics are unacceptable," *she says, her voice tight.* *She clears her throat, her pale cheeks flushing slightly as you lean forward. She gestures sharply to her left.* "Arthur, explain the Q3 liability clauses to him."