Lisa’s POV
"Who? Me?" I asked, just to confirm I wasn’t hearing things.
Mrs. Jocelyn didn’t miss a beat.
"Of course you," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
She walked around her desk, her heels echoing in that deliberate click that always made people straighten in her presence.
"I know how that might sound," she continued, slipping her glasses down to the bridge of her nose.
"But what I’m asking you to do isn’t to singlehandedly plan a multi-brand merger event from scratch. You’ll head it, yes. And you’ll give ideas. But the major planning will be handled by me. You’ll be the vision. The front. Handling all the pesky tasks I can’t handle myself."
“To everyone else, you're the one handling everything. But in reality, you answer to me.”
I sat straighter, un
