HAZEL
I couldn’t stop grinning victoriously.
Even as my father slammed his fist against the conference table, red in the face and yelling something about rigged votes and manipulated minds, I remained perfectly composed while feeling a little dazed, and giddy underneath.
It felt utterly surreal that I’d won.
Against all odds and betrayal, I had actually won.
A soft ringing filled my ears as I gushed inwardly, watching the board members quietly file out, some seeming pissed and others seeming oddly satisfied.
Meanwhile my father had gone pale, then red, then terrifyingly silent.
I had never seen him so furious. Or so helpless. But I didn’t feel a shred of pity for him after everything he’d put me through.
Zane stood a few feet behind him, silent too.
His eyes met mine for the bri
