(Olivia’s POV)
The Carter Group boardroom felt like a gladiatorial arena, the morning sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows casting dramatic shadows across the mahogany table that separated us like battle lines. The air was thick with expensive perfume and even more expensive ambitions.
Sophie and Jackson sat opposite us, their faces twisted with a mixture of rage and barely concealed humiliation from last night's pool incident. Sophie kept shifting uncomfortably in her chair, no doubt feeling the bruises from her unexpected swimming lesson. Her Chanel suit couldn't quite hide the slight swelling around her jaw where she'd hit the water.
Victoria sat at the head of the table like a queen presiding over her court, but I caught her slight wince every time Sophie moved. Havin
