d of security, Denis, and two silent men in dark suits. His presence i

hands trembled as he offered a wide, sycophantic smile. "Mr. Montgomery

't even look at the agency director. His sharp, p

tried to make herself as small as possible, hiding beh

rutted forward, her chest puffed out, attemptin

ad account manager," Amy announced loud

already locked onto the small sliver of Kinsley'

oward Kinsley's aisle. His expensive leather shoes clic

confused, panicked glances at the seemingly

ight in front of

y to look up from her keyboard. His tall f

sed to show the panic hammering against her ribs. She k

d up a small, framed photo sitting on the corner of her de

plastic frame with a c

rrode her professional decorum. She stood up

t office. He looked horrified by Kinsley's blatant

he corner of his mouth lifted as he enjoyed t

mon to hear. "What is your data analytics approach to the new Aynor merger

wer for her. "Well, Mr. Montgomery, we pla

at Amy. The gesture silenced her instantly. H

s of the market trends. Her vocabulary shifted, her sharp, ruthless business acumen shining through her calm, precise

lightly. He had never bothered to read Kinsley's

ng the genuine surprise he felt at her sharp, ruthless bus

ead slightly to

lower ranks of this agency, Mr.

. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into her p

g merger campaign," Julian announced to the room. "

y pointed at Kinsley. "Of course! Kinsley will be your direct

t happened. Julian had masterminded a scenario where she was forced

decline. "Mr. Justice,

Julian cut her off smoothly. He looked at Edmon. "If she isn't

collective, desperate stares of her coworkers burning into h

polite nod. "I look forward to our

walked away, s