ROMILLY
“Why the hell is Dave on the board?” I shouted at Godfrey, as I glared at him, as if my frustration could somehow erase Dave’s name from the list of shareholders. My heart pounded with disbelief. This had to be a joke—one I wasn’t laughing at.
Flynn, sitting across from me, lazily swirled the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip. His expression was unreadable, but the sharp glint in his eyes told me he was just as irritated. Setting the glass down with a soft clink, he finally spoke.
“And why exactly do you care?” He arched a brow, his lips curling into a mocking smirk. “You’re just an employee here. Not management. Not a shareholder. So tell me, what difference does it make to you who sits on the board?”
I stared at him, stunned by his arrogance. Was he being del
