Smack!
Rachel slammed her palms on her desk, rising to her feet.
"Who do you think you are, questioning me? If you don't like it here, get the hell out! Pack your bags and leave! I am your superior. What I say goes. Besides, I made edits to your little proposal. It wouldn't have been approved without my input!"
Theresa was seething.
"Rachel, I know exactly what game you're playing. I promise you, this isn't over. You'd better start clearing out your desk, because you're the one who’s leaving!"
Without waiting for a response, Theresa turned sharply and delivered a fierce kick to the heavy oak door before storming out into the hallway.
"Who does she think she is, throwing a tantrum in my office?" Rachel muttered, her face flushed with fury.
Striding down the corridor, Theresa nearly collided with Charles.
"Get the hell out of my way!" she barked.
Charles stepped aside, staring after her. He figured Theresa had completely lost her mind.
But then again, he was losing his, too.
Drowning in debt, he was desperate for Lorna to return to the Ellington estate. He had tapped out every colleague willing to lend him cash.
His financial runway was gone.
Bypassing the sales department entirely, Theresa marched into the elevator and hit the button for the thirty-second floor—the executive suite.
She pushed open the heavy double doors to Victor's office.
"Dad!" she called out loudly.
She stopped short when she realized he wasn't alone.
"Theresa, what's with the rush?" Victor reprimanded gently.
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