ROSETTE’S POV
They all turned when I entered. Some smug. Some nervous.
All dismissive.
“Ah, Miss Sinclair.” Arthur rose, a performative gesture that somehow managed to be insulting, like he was granting me an audience rather than vacating a seat he had no right to occupy. He didn’t actually leave the chair. Just stood beside it, one hand resting possessively on its arm. “We were wondering when you’d grace us with your presence. I suppose punctuality isn’t a priority for the fairer sex.”
He chuckled at his own joke. A few board members, Harrison, Dane, Theodore, laughed nervously along with him.
The others had the decency to look uncomfortable, though not uncomfortable enough to speak up.
Cowards. Every last one of them.
“Ethan mentioned you’d called a meeting.” I kept my voice pleas
