But Esme didn't flinch. She calmly observed the broken pen drive beneath the director's heel, her gaze icy and unbothered. Slowly, she reached into her pocket, her fingers brushing against something cold and hard. She pulled out another pen drive and held it up, letting the light catch its sleek surface.
"Oh, you want to break the pen drive?" she said with a gleam in her eyes, her voice smooth like honey but carrying a dangerous undertone. "Here, break it. Go on." She tossed the new pen drive onto the table.
Then, to their growing horror, she reached into her pocket again, pulling out another, then another, and another. She tossed them one by one at the directors, each one landing in front of them with a soft click.
"Break as much as you want," she said, her voice filled with cold amusement. "I have over a hundred copies of it."
