Petra Voss pov
I sat at my workstation and stared at my screen and did not see a single thing on it.
The studio had returned to its working rhythm around me. Nobody looked at me directly. Nobody said anything to me. They worked with their heads down and avoided my section of the room the way people avoided a surface they were not sure was stable.
I let them avoid me.
I was too angry to perform composure and too proud to let any of them see it, which meant I sat very still and kept my eyes forward and thought about everything that had happened since I walked through that door that morning.
I had arrived as the woman with the most powerful name in this studio.
I was leaving as the woman who had just been publicly warned by the firm's biggest client.
David Cappy's voice moved through m
