POV : Fiona
I stared at the gold key card resting on my tablet.
For a few seconds, the only sound in the grand lobby of the executive floor was the quiet hum of the elevator. My assistant, Chloe, was practically holding her breath.
I did not yell. I didn't throw the key card back at Camilla's perfectly painted face. I just looked at it, and then I looked back into her eyes.
"I am the United Nations Ambassador for Global Education," I said, my voice dangerously quiet and steady. "I negotiate international treaties. I do not fluff pillows, and I certainly do not clean up after you. Take your key, Camilla, and get out of my building."
Camilla’s smug smile faltered for a fraction of a second. She was not used to me fighting back. Two years ago, she could walk into my house and make me
