(Lucy's POV)
The boardroom felt like a courtroom, and I was the accused. My palms were damp, my throat tight, but I lifted my chin and forced myself to keep breathing. Everyone was already seated when the doors swung open.
Click. Click. Click.
Samantha waltzed in on her heels like she owned the entire building. Her smug smile said she’d already won. Her hair was perfect, her uniform crisp, and her parents’ money practically dripped from her presence.
“Glad you could finally join us,” the woman who had defended me last time spoke sharply, her voice slicing through the room. “You were due here ten minutes ago.”
Samantha didn’t even flinch. She smirked and slid into her chair. “Traffic,” she said airily. “Surely the board understands.”
I clenched my fists under the table. Of course. She
