When I pushed open the conference room door, more than twenty pairs of eyes turned to look at me in unison.
Megan sat at the head of the table, dressed in a crisp white suit. Her long hair was pinned up, revealing her slender neck.
She looked up at me, her eyes flickering for a moment before quickly returning to calm. "Everyone’s here, let’s begin."
Her voice was as cool and detached as ever.
I walked to my seat and sat down—directly across from Brian.
Today, he looked especially sharp, his hair neatly combed without a strand out of place. The cuffs of his light blue shirt were fastened with a pair of dark gold cufflinks. They were an antique I had specially brought back from France the year before last for Megan’s birthday.
"There’s only one item on the agenda for today’s meeting," Megan said, sweeping her gaze around the room. "The appointment of the Marketing Director."
My fingers tapped unconsciously on the table. This position should have been mine.
From the moment I gave up the family business five years ago and joined Wallace Group, I had worked my way up step by step from the bottom to deputy director—everyone believed it was a done deal.