The wife of the CEO of Wolfe Groupings.
I laughed—jokingly…
almost mockingly—even though the heat of my anger seemed to leak through every syllable. Through every unspoken tremor in my hands. "Oh, interesting," I exclaimed. letting the words drip with both incredulity and sharp amusement. "What a way to start my day… or my interview, I suppose."
I leaned back slightly, trying to center myself. "You know," I added, my voice carrying both disbelief and warning.
"I'm not the kind of girl who's easily swayed by money, by power, by titles. You've known me long enough to know that. And yet… here we are."
I let my fingers tighten around the edges of my portfolio, the paper pressing into my palms, grounding me. Every inch of me was alert, sensing the room. sensing the weight of what I had just realized—but refusing to let it break me.
