Hudson said nothing.
That alone seemed to encourage her.
Brandy let out a sharp, humorless laugh before throwing her hands slightly into the air.
"Do you think I actually want to work here?" she snapped, her gaze sweeping over the rows of stunned employees. "I can’t stand the fakery in this place! Everyone walking around with their degrees and their titles, acting like they’re better than the rest of us because they can talk in spreadsheets and corporate bullshit."
She let out a sharp, jagged laugh that cut through the sterile air of the R&D floor. It was a sound born from the grit of basement clubs, sounding utterly alien against the hum of expensive servers and hushed professional tones.
She stepped toward the center, her heels clicking aggressively against the floor—a war drum in t
