~SARA~
The conference room stills with dreadful tension.
I stand at the head of the oval table—Mira to my left, Isabelle to my right, as we watch the board members walk into the room in silence, their faces locked in stiff frowns.
Chairs scrape back as they take their seats.
Mrs. Ford and Jason step in.
My heart skips several beats.
They sit.
Silence.
Alex—sitting at the other end of the table—leans forward.
“Begin,” he commands.
Chairs shift forward instantly.
“Miss Jane.” The board member with the protruding potbelly, whom I’ve come to know as Sir Billy, peers beneath his glasses. “You’re hitting the headlines for the wrong reasons… again. As usual, we would like to hear your side of the story.”
The other board members nod slowly.
He continues, “How do you plead?”
I clear
