Chapter 18

• I think I knew from the moment my eyes almost got blinded by the reflection of the overhead lights on Mr. Boyd’s head, I knew he was going to be the one that stirred the most trouble at the table.
• So it was expected, his sneer and the poorly concealed disgust in his eyes as he looked at me standing beside Grayson. And how it became worse after Grayson had introduced me as his new executive assistant instead of his personal assistant.
• His index finger had hit the large table we were all seated around in irritation as he continued to speak. “The board requires data. Not idealism.”