Amelia Clarke stormed down the stairs, fury blazing in her eyes. How dare they say she was causing trouble? She was helping Ethan! So what if she had taken the files early? Her father would have sent someone with them anyway.
Clenching her jaw, Amelia replayed Ethan's words in her mind, bitterness radiating from her every pore. He never used to treat her like this—until that Emma Foster came along…
Her fists tightened, a dangerous gleam flickering in her eyes. Today, she'd make sure that woman knew her place!
Amelia marched straight to the employee area, homing in on Emma's desk. Emma, completely unaware, was leaning over, intently focused on editing her design drafts. She had her phone in hand, about to look something up, when a sudden shadow fell over her.
A hand shot out, snatching
