3rd Person POV
Charlotte Anderson stood beside her huge office desk in her large, air-conditioned office yelling into her phone,
"So after all I did for the company and even killing my little brother, my stiff-necked father is still being stubborn about handing the company to me." She bawled, unable to keep down the rage that burned through her throat anymore.
"Calm down, Charley, what did he say this time?" The soothing voice of Jan came from the other end of the line.
"I can't calm down. I just can't. I've proven myself beyond all doubt in every way. First he says a woman cannot head his company when he has a son, now that the son is out of the picture he's telling me he's not ready to retire!" She sat on her swirling chair and combed her hands through her brown hair, trimmed sharp
