"You can hear me clearly, Mrs. Anna. I want to see what you have prepared for this meeting," Anthony said. His voice was clipped, cutting through the silence of the room.
Anna froze. Her heart hammered against her ribs. What was she supposed to present? She looked around the long table, her pulse throbbing in her neck. She had only just sat down.
"Huh?" she stammered, her legs feeling like lead as she pushed back her chair.
"What are you doing? Move to the front of the projector," Bella, the managing director, barked. Bella’s eyes narrowed into slits. Anna’s grip tightened on the edge of the table; for a split second, she imagined slamming Bella’s head into the drywall. Instead, she forced her lips into a thin, stiff smile.
As she walked to the front, the heat crawled up her neck. Ever
