Serena stormed out of the boardroom, her heels clicking aggressively against the marble floors as she made her way to her office.

Her entire body was tense, her hands balled into fists at her sides. She had expected resistance, but the fact that they had already set up a vote, that the plan had been in motion before she even stepped back into the building—it infuriated her.

Emma was right on her heels, practically jogging to keep up. “Serena, wait up!” she called, struggling to keep ...