"Grandpa, you..."
Tia Sutton stood in the doorway of her former office, her face pale with shock and betrayal. She opened her mouth to ask for an explanation, to demand why she was being discarded like broken furniture after years of service.
But Grandpa Sutton didn't even look at her. He sat in the leather chair that used to be hers, waving his hand dismissively like he was swatting away a fly.
"Go to the conference room," the old man said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "We will discuss the transition there."
Tia bit her lip, holding back tears. She turned to leave.
Just as she stepped into the hallway, a hand shoved her violently from behind.
"Move it."
Sophie Sutton pushed past her, her nose in the air. She stopped and looked Tia up and down with a sneer of absolute trium
