Madilyn’s POV

I slammed my office door so hard that the walls shook. The sound echoed through the room, matching the thunder in my heart. My shaky hands opened the door of my cabinet and brought out an expensive whiskey needed for this moment. I poured myself a drink and gulped it down at once.

“Damn you, Zara” I screamed, throwing away the glass in my hand. It shattered against the wall in a spray of liquid and broken hearts. How could she humiliate me like that? And even embarrass me in front of that cheap assistant of hers? 

My legs gave out, and I landed on my chair, surrounded...