Aria's POV
I watched a mischievous smile creep onto Sophia's face as I waited to hear what her idea was.
"How about this?", she said, leaning forward. "Stand barefoot in the main lobby for two hours, and I'll forgive you."
The words hit like claws sinking into my skin.
My eyes widened. "You… want me to what?"
Members of staff who had now gathered outside her office door murmured in disbelief. Even they sensed the cruelty dripping from her demand.
"Not up for it?" Sophia taunted softly. "I heard your precious Peter Clarke has been bending over backward for you; drinks, meetings, even selling off property…and you can't do one tiny favor for him?"
Her laughter was like pressure around my throat, squeezing me
"Ms. Sophia Darvin—" someone tried to step in.
Sophia raised a hand sharply.
