KISAREL.
The meeting went on for another two hours, and somewhere in the middle of it, everyone seemed to have forgotten about me and the embarrassment from earlier.
It became a little easier to breathe. Not fully, but enough to convince myself I could make it to the end of this without completely falling apart.
I sat in my chair, typed my notes, kept my eyes on my screen, and told myself that the worst was over. That I had survived the file humiliation and hadn't broken down in front of twenty-seven people, and that counted for something. That Mr. Stark had made his point and moved on, and the rest of this meeting would pass without incident, and I would walk out of here with whatever was left of my dignity intact.
I almost believed it. Until...
"My schedule," Mr. Stark said, and eve
