"Sandra" Melissa said softly, her voice laced with concern as she looked at Sandra.
"Sinclair's stance is crystal clear. Don't do anything reckless."
"Melissa," Sandra let out a bitter laugh, her anger simmering beneath the surface.
"Are you lecturing me now?"
She couldn't believe it—Melissa, who had always followed her lead without question, was suddenly speaking to her like this.
"Of course not," Melissa replied earnestly, her expression serious.
"Sandra, you're my closest friend.
I just don't want you to make a mistake you can't take back."
As she spoke, her gaze flickered toward the raised platform at the front of the room.
"We both know how ruthless Sinclair can be."
"I don't need a 'friend' who turns on me when it matters most," Sandra sneered, her eyes darkening with resentment.
"Sinclair's ruthless methods are reserved for others, never for me," She took two steps forward, lowering her voice to a venomous whisper.
