"Today is Olympia's promotion banquet. She's still young, and some people at the firm might not respect her authority. You're here to lend her credibility."
Rosamond swallowed the bitterness rising in her throat, gave him one look, and turned to leave. But Bryce seized her arm.
"Rosamond, what do you think you're doing? If you walk out now, where does that leave Olympia?"
"You're her sister-in-law, for God's sake. Would it kill you to show a little generosity?"
Sister-in-law?
That was the exact excuse Bryce had used to force her into hiring Olympia at the firm in the first place.
Whenever Rosamond clashed with Olympia, he dragged out the same line, insisting she was the elder, the one who should yield.
Even now, he still hadn't exhausted that card.
Rosamond couldn't take it anymore. She wrenched her arm free.
"I'm no sister-in-law of hers!"
"Have you forgotten? Not once, from the very beginning, has she ever called me that."
She turned to leave without waiting for his reaction, but something caught her eye: the bracelet on Olympia's wrist.
Rosamond's heart slammed against her ribs.
That bracelet was part of her dowry from her mother, the only keepsake her late grandmother had left behind.