Emma was still thinking about the boardroom long after she left it. Her head was pounding, not from the noise, but from the sheer absurdity of the day.

She had just wrapped up a pitch and was supposed to feel good about it, but instead, she was left standing there while a grown man acted like an idiot with decades of repressed resentment.

She’d dealt with rich assholes before somehow, she could feel it, but never ones who had a personal vendetta against the CEO.

The elevator ride down to ...