Haylee’s Point of View;
I had barely survived the storm of blog posts and whispered stares when the next level of chaos walked in wearing stilettos and lipstick like war paint.
Rachel Carter.
She hadn’t shown her face in two months, since my first day fully employed. I still remember how icy the room felt back then. Victoria. Martin. Rachel. All three were locked in some silent, steel-edged triangle of tension. I wasn’t even on the board back then—just the poor girl carrying a cup of coffee. I'm guessing that the meeting was meant to settle some kind of dispute between them because no one looked friendly for a business meeting.
And now here she was again, walking into Knight Enterprises like she had never left. Her heels clicked down the hallway like gunshots, her stride too smooth to
