Theo let out a string of curses under his breath, his jaw tightening as he turned his body to shield Savannah from Clover’s accusing glare. If this scene had played out in the past—when Savannah’s self-esteem had been fragile and she’d doubted her worth—her reaction might have been one of mortification. But not anymore. Not today.
She stood tall and unabashed, her confidence radiating as she calmly picked up her jeans and the rest of her clothes scattered on the floor. Meanwhile, Theo’s anger boiled over. His voice cut through the tension in the room like a blade.
“You’re fired!” he growled, his tone sharp enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.
Clover flinched as if struck. Her defiance wavered, and for a brief moment, fear crossed her face. “Theo, I—”
“Out!” His roar left no room
