Amara strode into the grand office of Warreck Fontaine, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor.
Warreck, seated behind his massive oak desk, glanced up from a document he had been reviewing. His eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of Amara, but he gestured for her to sit.
"Miss Blackwood," Warreck said in a measured tone. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Amara smiled sweetly, through her eyes glinted with determination.
“Mr. Fontaine, I came here because I believe we share a mutual concern for the future of Sterling Group. I admire your legacy and your vision, and I’d hate to see it tarnished by…inexperience.”
Warreck leaned back in his chair, his gaze unreadable.
“Inexperience? Are you implying that my granddaughter, Sarah, is unfit for the role I appointed her
