Victoria’s knees trembled, her hands clasped together on her lap tightly trembled just as much, she felt lightheaded but she refused to fall. Her heart pounded like war drums in her chest, each beat louder than the last. The room was suffocating, tension thick enough to be cut with a knife filled it.

"You used me," she said again, louder this time, her voice trembling with fury. "You destroyed me, your own daughter for a promotion?"

George didn’t blink, he grunted as he leaned back. ...