It was Tessa, she stormed into the room, her eyes blazing. "What the hell is going on here?" she repeated when no one responded, her voice slicing through the tense silence.
Celine, her hair messy and her clothes rumpled from the struggle, fidgeted under Tessa’s gaze. She tried to smoothen her hair, but her hands shook from the fight.
Tessa pointed a finger at her. "Get them out of here, Celine, or you'll have yourself to blame."
Angelina's voice cut in, sharp and commanding. "I am Celine's stepmother, and I have private business to settle with her."
Tessa stood up straight, not backing down an inch. "I don't care who you are. This is a company, not your backyard. If you don't leave, I'll call the police."
Angelina’s face tightened, the threat clearly hitting its mark. She yanked he
