But if Ambrose said it was a surprise, then it would be nothing short of earth-shattering, the kind that would send thunder rolling through every corridor of the Park.
Violet Ross clenched her fists until her knuckles went white, and a radiant smile broke across her face. She had waited for this moment through humiliation, silence, and the smug grins of men who thought they'd already won. Every sleepless night spent second-guessing whether she had backed the wrong horse, every sideways glance from colleagues who pitied her or, worse, found her loyalty amusing, all of it was about to be vindicated in a single stroke. She was about to watch Ambrose deliver a merciless slap across the faces of every self-important clown in this room, forcing them to realize just how catastrophically stupid t
