“This is my project. I have the right to oversee it directly.”

William’s voice was firm as he pushed open the meeting room door at Hartford Diamonds, startling the three executives who were in the middle of discussing a replacement proposal for the gala project.

Clarissa, seated at the end of the table, offered a sweet smile.

“Evelyn’s project is no longer relevant, Will. The board has decided to—”

“I didn’t ask the board,” William cut in sharply. “And I know who’s been influencing them.”

Clarissa stood up, folding her arms.

“You’re being rude, William. I’m just trying to protect the company’s reputation. Evelyn has caused—”

“Evelyn hasn’t caused anything...