Lucy's Pov
I stumbled out of that boardroom, palms all sweaty, legs wobbling like I’d just run a marathon—except, the only thing I’d sprinted through was panic. Head held high anyway, because what else was I supposed to do? The whole hallway suddenly felt thinner, the air kind of sharp, slicing into my lungs. And that woman’s annoying, icy-calm voice was still bouncing around in my skull, reminding me Samantha wasn’t some innocent angel. There was evidence.
Honestly, it was like somebody finally looked at me after days of being invisible. It should’ve felt good. It didn’t.
Samantha, the way she stomped past in those heels—could’ve drilled holes in the tile. Didn’t even miss a beat before she shot me a glare that could turn milk sour.
“This isn’t over,” she spat, just soft enough so onl
