He couldn’t move.
Not because he didn’t want to.
Because his body had suddenly remembered exactly what he had done on that sidewalk.
The mud.
The insult.
The way he had looked down at her like she was nothing.
Now every executive in the room was watching him.
The man in the red tie frowned. “Is there a problem?”
The driver swallowed hard. “No, sir. I just… I didn’t know—”
The woman took her seat at the head of the table.
Calm.
Perfect.
Untouchable.
“That seems to be a pattern,” she said
