AVELA’S POV
“You can’t be serious,” I yelled, my voice echoing through the conference room.
The six men sitting around the long table exchanged uncomfortable looks. The air was thick—tense enough to cut through. Every one of them had that same smug expression. That same egoistic thing men wore like armor when they thought they could intimidate a woman into backing down.
One of them—Harold, Cameron’s most loyal follower—cleared his throat. “With all due respect, Miss Sinclair, it would be unreasonable to cut Cameron as a partner. He’s brought in a lot of revenue for the company—”
I snapped my head toward him. “In case you’re forgetting who’s in charge here, I’m the boss.” My voice was sharp enough to silence the room. “And if I say Cameron has no business connection with this company, t
