Amelia stared at me.
For several seconds, nobody in the boardroom moved.
I could hear the faint hum of the air conditioning and the rapid beating of my own heart.
But I didn’t look away.
“You’re in my seat,” I repeated.
Amelia’s shock disappeared.
Her expression hardened.
“This isn’t the time for one of your tantrums, Maisie.”
A few weeks ago, those words would have worked.
I would have questioned myself.
Wondered whether I was being childish.
Whether everyone in the room secretly agreed with her.
Today?
I smiled.
“I’m not having a tantrum.”
I glanced at the chair.
“I’m asking you to move.”
“I was appointed to this position.”
“Temporarily.”
My father’s voice cut across the room.
“That’s enough.”
I turned slowly.
Arthur Evans stood on the opposite side of the table, hi
