Alexander
The elevator doors slammed shut behind me… I felt like I couldn't breathe. I didn't look at anyone, I didn't want to look at anyone.
I walked down the company hallway with heavy, tense steps, filled with a rage that simmered beneath my skin.
My lawyers followed behind me, talking amongst themselves in hushed tones, flipping pages, reviewing notes, but their voices sounded distant. Remote. As if everything were happening inside a damn fishbowl. People were staring as we passed, of course they were. News of that meeting was going to spread like wildfire. The great Alexander sitting at the front of the entire board while Clara Sinclair practically accused him of corporate sabotage.
I clenched my jaw, no, no. This couldn't be happening.
I reached the end of the hallway and
