Mirabelle's POV.
The moment I stepped into the boardroom, a deafening silence descended like a shroud, all eyes turned towards me, wide with surprise and just a tinge of fear. I could feel the tension crackling in the air as I stood at the head of the table, hands on my hips, my smile never faltering.
“Good morning.” I said sweetly, my voice cutting through the silence like razor.
“I trust everybody slept well, considering you're all here conspiring against me first thing in the morning.”
No one responded immediately. Typical.
“Well,” I pressed, my gaze sweeping across the room, “Am I to assume that cat got everyone's tongue, or is this just your pathetic attempt at playing dumb?”
“Mrs Sylvester.” A portly man near the middle of the table began hesitantly. It was Mr Armstrong, th
