Cheryl's POV:
I didn't owe her an explanation. Not one bit. This competition was crucial, and exposing her actions was my way of doing everything I could to stop her from interfering with me.
Zoe squatted near the stage, sobbing. I didn't look back at her. Instead, I walked off the stage amidst the claps and whistles of the audience. Turning around, my eyes met Eric's across the bustling crowd. He looked so composed and charming, tilting his head slightly with a small smile. Then, he gave me a thumbs-up.
I submitted the paperwork to request a week off, and it was approved quickly. Emma and Chuck accompanied me out of the office, loudly insisting that I owed them a meal. The two of them had been burning the midnight oil with me, gathering material and editing videos. We all had matching
