“Andrew, tell me every single thing I need to know.” She let out, visibly frustrated.
There's no telling how much she could hold on before she snapped. She had barely made it to the office at an extremely late hour and now that she did, this?
Sheila sat at her desk, her fingers lightly drumming on the mahogany surface as she stared at her laptop screen. Her jaw clenched, her throat tightening with suppressed rage. Rows upon rows of financial reports flashed before her eyes, each one painting a more disastrous picture than she could ever have imagined.
What had Jacob done?
Andrew, her personal assistant, stood beside her in silence, shifting uneasily as he watched her expression darken. He had seen her angry before, but this was different. This was not just anger—it was betrayal, frustr
