After the room emptied, Elizabeth collapsed into a chair. Her usual composed demeanor was gone. She looked like she was trying to hold herself together but was barely managing.
Vinie stepped closer to her; he reaches out his hand as if to comfort her.
“Don’t,” she shouted, her voice was sharp enough that could be heard outside. She didn’t even look at him, her eyes fixed on the floor.
Vinie froze, his hand dropping awkwardly. “Elizabeth, I—”
“Do you really think you can do it?” she interrupted, finally lifting her gaze to meet his. Her eyes were burning with frustration, but beneath that, there was fear in her eyes. “Do you really think you can secure this deal, Vinie?”
He didn’t answer. Vinie went silent.
Elizabeth pushed herself up from the chair, she brushes her skirt. “This is it
