Bill Franklin looked genuinely terrified now.
The confidence he had been forcing earlier was completely gone, replaced by a cold sweat clinging to his temples.
Dark stains had already started spreading beneath the arms of his light gray suit, and his breathing was shallow—the unmistakable rhythm of a man in a full-blown panic.
“I… uh…” Bill swallowed hard, visibly struggling to gather his thoughts. “Mr. Blackwood… Brandy, she… Ah—I can explain.”
Brandy let out a quiet scoff and shook her head.
Honestly? She wasn’t built for this corporate nonsense.
The stiff dress codes, the fake professionalism, the exhausting need to sound polished and respectable every second of the day.
People here walked around pretending to be refined while stabbing each other in the back behind meeting room
