I didn’t stop walking until the boardroom was behind me.
My legs felt strangely light beneath me, as though they belonged to someone else.
Victoria caught up with me near the lifts.
“Well,” she said.
“Well what?”
“I’m trying to decide whether I should congratulate you or remind you that you just threatened your father in his own boardroom.”
I glanced at her. “My boardroom.”
A grin spread across her face. “There she is.”
The lift doors opened, and I stepped inside. Only when they closed did I let my shoulders drop.
“Jesus Christ. I thought I was going to throw up.”
“You didn’t look like it.”
“I nearly did when he called me a stupid little girl.”
Her smile disappeared. “He knows how to hurt you.”
“He used to.”
I wanted that to be true, but somewhere inside me, my father’s opini
