Chapter Eighteen
Nia’s POV
Callum was waiting outside the boardroom when I arrived.
That was how I knew it was bad.
He stood near the glass doors with his phone in one hand and his jaw tight. The moment he saw me, his expression shifted.
“Tell me,” I said.
His eyes moved over my face. “They called an emergency meeting.”
“I figured.”
I looked through the glass.
The board was already seated. Mom sat near Dad, her lips pressed together, her posture perfect. Dad’s face was unreadable.
Of course, it was.
“Do you want me to handle the first part?” Callum asked.
“No.”
“Nia.”
“If they’re going to talk about me, they can do it while looking at me.”
His gaze softened.
I opened the door before he could say anything else.
The conversation stopped the moment I stepped inside.
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