Chelsea pressed an ice pack to Jesse’s swollen cheek, her expression dark and stormy.

Just two hours earlier, Jesse had gotten into a heated argument with Stuart at the Bromley Group’s jewelry division. Without warning, Stuart had slapped his daughter hard across the face, the sound ringing out loud enough for everyone in the design department to hear.

Ada, the design director, had rushed over from the jewelry division to deliver the designs to Chelsea—and to report the incident.

Julian stood nearby, holding another ice pack, his face filled with guilt as he glanced at the vivid handprint on Jesse’s face. Bowing his head, he apologized earnestly, “I’m sorry, Ms....