Chapter 97

• Miranda's POV
• I stepped out of the boardroom with my assistant tailing behind me, my heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floors. The cool air from the hallway brushed against my flushed cheeks, but the fire inside me remained ablaze. My grip on my Chanel bag tightened, my knuckles white with the effort to restrain the rage bubbling within.
• “Ma’am, your car is ready,” my assistant said cautiously, her voice trembling slightly. She knew better than to test my patience at a time like this.