SANDRA'S POV

I walked quickly out of the elevator, my heels clicking on the floor in time with the sway of my hips as I strode down the hall toward my father's office. At the same time, I felt the eyes of others following my every move. Some of the workers who passed by greeted me, but I didn't turn my head or respond as I continued walking.

When I reached the door of my father's office, I barged right in, unannounced. Inside, my father sat at his desk with two other men in front of him. Their heads turned when I came in.

My father raised an eyebrow at...