Soon, the conference room gradually emptied, but the echoes of the meeting still lingered in my ears.
"Yes, Mrs. Cage."
The words had followed me out like invisible footsteps.
Just this morning, those same executives had probably believed I was nothing more than Dawson's helpless wife.
Now they had stood when I entered.
Now they feared disappointing me.
It was strange how power could change the way people looked at you without changing who you actually were.
I released a slow breath as I stepped into the quiet hallway outside the conference room.
Stefan walked beside me with his hands tucked inside his pockets, his expression was unusually relaxed.
He looked genuinely impressed.
"You didn't panic in there." He said out of the blue.
"I almost did."
"But you didn't."
"I wanted
