Charlie didn't raise his voice, but every word carried unshakable authority.
It rippled across the entire 19th floor, where the silence was so thick you could hear a pin drop.
"S-sister?" All the color drained from Harold's face in an instant. He snapped his head around to stare at me, voice trembling. "Nat... you... and President Sullivan...?"
Charlie scoffed. "If it weren't for Nat, what makes a wet-behind-the-ears guy like you, just a few years out of college, qualified to be general manager of the California branch?"
I stood frozen where I was.
The second my brother showed up, the last scrap of strength I'd been forcing myself to hold onto crumbled to dust.
Every flimsy, shameful mask I'd been wearing was ripped clean off.
Tears rolled silently down my cheeks. I wasn't crying o
