Cassandra Vey stormed out of the Jean Company building still trembling with humiliation. Her designer heels clicked furiously against the marble pavement as she fumbled for her phone. She couldn't believe it — Claude Lockheart, the golden CEO everyone whispered about, had not only rejected her "accidental" fall but had fired her on the spot. The sting of his cold eyes still burned her pride. By the time she reached the car that was waiting for her, tears had already streaked her flawless makeup.
Inside the car she dialed her father's number with trembling fingers. "Dad," she choked out when the line clicked. "He—he humiliated me. In front of everyone."
Richard Vey's voice came through like gravel and thunder. "Who? Who dared do that to you?"
