Chapter 119

• Just when I thought the worst was over, they dragged me back into the cold, sterile conference room.
• The space had once been used for high-level merger talks polished wood walls, leather chairs, and a minimalist fireplace installed to offer ambiance for billion-dollar decisions. Now, it was a cage. A place for disgrace.
• Someone had turned on the heat, and the sudden warmth made my muscles ache as sensation returned. My limbs burned from the cold, and pain radiated from the gash on my thigh. My skirt was torn, and the blood had soaked through the lining, pooling silently beneath me on the custom flooring. I tried to cross my legs instinctively, but the cut prevented it.