Maddison's POV
The atmosphere in the meeting room was of stale coffee and something stuffy.
Maddison Harrison sat at the far end of the long boardroom table of Harrison Enterprises and her knuckles were white on the polished wood. She did not sit. The huge leather chair on which Grant usually sits was empty behind her.
FIVE YEARS.
Five years later since the sirens, the car crash, the DNA controversy, Tyler's plot, the wheelchair. Five years have passed since Vanessa had tried to rip their family, five years since Marcus was handcuffed away. Five years of people looking at her like she was just holding the position till a new CEO was selected.
Mr. Arthur cleared his throat, the damp scratchy sound pricking her arms. He tapped using a gold pen on his papers.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Like a clo
