Emma
I bolt upright on the bed and fear knots my stomach. I can feel the intense pound of my heart against my ribcage.
The door is slightly ajar, and every word from their argument downstairs filters into my room.
“No f*****g way!” I hear Knox counter her demand. “Gina, you can't tell me who to hire or terminate their employment.”
“Of course you'll do as I've said.” My mother snap. “She is not working for you!”
A wave of sadness washes over me as I try to process all that is happening.
Why doesn't she want me to work for Knox? I thought it's what she's always wanted.
I swing my legs off the bed, my feet brushing the cold tiles.
Their voices rise in a mix of rage and frustration, increasing the throb in my temple to a pounding ache.
I still feel weak from the effects of what I dran
