Lucy's Pov
My stomach was in knots. I could barely breathe from how tight my chest felt walking into that boardroom. Felt less like strolling into a meeting and more like walking into a courtroom where I’d already been found guilty.
Everyone stared from around this obnoxiously long mahogany table—those poker faces, no hint of what they were thinking, just blank, closed shutters. Then there was Samantha, already sitting there looking like she'd been airbrushed into existence. Not a hair out of place, that cream blouse showing off like it’d been pressed by a team of angels. And that smile? The kind that says, “Nice of you to show up, but the game’s over, honey."
“Miss Hale,” the chairman said, clearing his throat. “We’ve gathered to address the serious allegations brought against you. You
