Chapter 33 The Games We Play

• The conference room hummed with tension as executives filed in, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the crisp, sterile air. Clara straightened her blazer, willing her nerves to settle. This was her first official appearance at Whitaker Holdings, and she knew eyes were on her, especially Gabrielle’s.
• Gabrielle leaned back in her chair, her red lips curving in a knowing smirk. “How generous of Ethan to let his wife play businesswoman.”
• Clara met her gaze head-on. “I don’t play. I win.”