~LAUREN’S POV~

A normal person would’ve walked away. Heard what I heard, packed up their pride, and got the hell out.

But I’ve never been good at walking away. Especially not when the wolves were circling.

Especially not when I knew my name was already sitting pretty on Rosette Goldberg’s revenge list, underlined in red, probably scented with Chanel No. 5 and malice.

Now here I was, stuck in the middle of a meeting that felt more like a firing squad.

“Earth to Lauren,” Maryjane’s voice sliced through my thoughts like a scalpel.

My eyes lifted from the notepad I’d been scribbling nonsense on. Loops. Crosses. A sketch of Rosette...