"If that's what you believe, then so be it," Anna's voice cut through the thick silence.
Every head turned as she stepped forward, her expression calm but her words striking like a whip.
"I'll quit."
Gasps rippled through the team. Even Jane and Mary faltered, blinking in surprise.
"But there is no way," Anna continued firmly, her gaze sweeping the room, "that I will allow you to humiliate Mr. Wilsmith. Because he is not the man you're trying to paint him to be."
Fiona stiffened, her painted smile flickering. What is she doing?
Her eyes darted sharply to Anna, studying her every move. And then, slowly, the realization struck—Anna wasn't stepping down. She was setting a trap.
Turning to Wilsmith, Anna bowed her head slightly, her voice softer now but deliberate. "Mr. Wilsmith, you've been nothing but kind to give me this chance. But if that kindness brings you accusations and shame, then perhaps it would be better for you to reconsider someone else for the role."
