-Celeste-
“What the hell was I thinking? So what, I have a business degree, how the hell am I supposed to pull off being the vice president of a group?!” I murmured, pacing the length of my bedroom because boardroom Celeste was different from regular Celeste.
It was past midnight, and I couldn’t sleep. I was certain I was finally losing my mind.
What happened to defiance? What happened to the rebel granddaughter Celeste? My mind screamed at me.
“Talk about resolve,” I scoffed. “I should’ve been more resolved on the decision to decline.”
Now, somehow, I was vice president. THE f*****g Vice President of Ashford Group.
My stomach churned at the mere thought of it.
So I tried to think of something else. I thought of my father. I was worried about him.
The moment the press conference e
