Mirela

I sat at the head of the long conference table, right after Arlene. My fingers curled around the armrest of my chair as I watched the scene unfold before me. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Not at all.

Arlene had walked into this meeting with confidence, her every move calculated. I should have known. I should have anticipated her counterattack.

But even I hadn’t expected this. She was making use of her power as the president. Fuck her!

A stunned silence filled the room, thick with disbelief.

“In a week?” Williams sputtered, his brows furrowing as he leaned forward. He looked completely blindsided.

Arlene, ever so...