Lily Thompson
Vanessa was on the board.
Of course she was.
I sat frozen, clutching the armrest of the leather chair like it could ground me while my mind spun. Every inch of the room reeked of power and polish—tailored suits, patent heels, Cartier watches. I could practically smell the designer perfume battling for dominance in the air.
Vanessa hadn’t said a word yet, but her smirk spoke volumes. Her eyes dragged over me with the same slow distaste as in the lobby, except now, it was worse. Now she had power behind it.
And Ryan still wasn’t here.
A man to my left cleared his throat and folded his hands on the table. “We’ve reviewed your file. Your résumé shows you didn’t complete college?”
Fuck.
I nodded, heart thudding. “Yes, sir. That’s correct.”
“And yet you applied for a
