Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
The boardroom is so pristine it makes me itch. The steel and glass desk between us could double as a catwalk—if catwalks were designed to intimidate. I shift slightly in my chair, smoothing my skirt, which suddenly feels too tight, too confining. Across from me, Vanessa Scott—co-founder of Scott the world will keep moving either way.
I take a deep breath and step forward, merging into the flow of pedestrians. Doubt still ticks at the edges of my mind, but there’s determination there too, stubborn and unrelenting. Because if Rory can fight his demons, maybe—just maybe—I can fight mine.
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