The elevator ride down to the lobby felt interminable to Sharon, though it was only a few seconds. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked briskly to her car. Her mind churned with thoughts, dissecting every word Russell had said.
"Wildcard," she muttered under her breath as she slipped into the driver’s seat. "That’s what he called me."
She couldn’t tell if it was a compliment or an insult. Either way, Russell underestimated her. He thought he was the one in control, but Sharon had no intention of being anyone’s pawn.
As she drove home, the city lights blurred past her, illuminating her path. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her mind racing. Russell wanted Jacob’s company, and he thought she would hand over the keys.
"Not a chance," she whispered to herself. "N
