ANNA'S POV

“Damn it, boss, the hurricane is already here,” one of the men said as the video continued playing on the massive projector screen.

His voice echoed through the hall, carried by the speakers that had earlier been meant for my speech. Now every single guest was staring up at the screen, frozen, watching a past none of them had expected to see.

“Forget about the hurricane,” Richard Cole replied in the video with irritation. “We’re in here, so nothing can happen to us. We would just sit it out. Tie that little bitch up to the chair, let’s be done with it.”

My stomach twisted painfully as the...