Jameson glanced back and forth between his daughter and Zarelle, torn by indecision. In the end, he decided to try to save his job first, revealing his priorities in a way that probably sealed his fate with both his family and his employer.
“Miss Stormy, it’s not what you think!”
The use of Zarelle’s professional name rather than a more personal address showed just how desperately he was trying to reframe the situation as a business matter rather than a personal betrayal.
Zarelle waved her phone. “My opinion doesn’t matter. The truth does. The board will review a recording of tonight’s events and draw their own conclusions.”
Jameson placed both hands over his head, frustrated. “You don’t have to do that! It’s not like I was…”
His gaze landed on Constance, and suddenly she
