~Jennie’s~

“Oh, so now we’re promoting wellness?”

I say it loud enough for the glass doors to echo it back at me. Reo doesn’t flinch. He just stands near the boardroom window like he owns the sun. Like he called it in just to annoy me.

“It’s strategic,” he replies, casually. “Damage control. Press optics. Employee morale. All that corporate fluff.”

“And I suppose forcing me to give a talk on ‘motherhood and leadership’ is just another part of your ‘optics,’ huh?”

He turns, slow and smug, like this is exactly the reaction he was waiting for. “It’s your expertise, O’Neal.”

My teeth grit. I hate when he calls me...