was plush, all dark wood

er his glasses, hi

s desk, dabbing her eyes with a ti

is voice grave. "I've received a ver

bjected her to unwarranted hostility and acc

a cheap copycat. She made fun of my clo

s a lie, but it

n inclusivity and respect. Brianna is here on a scholarship. She comes from a modest back

ve crumbled, apologi

h just smi

measured. "My father is Ashley Miller. Y

shot up. Recognition

innovation hub," I continued smoothly. "He also funds several of the

ed up, her eyes wide

, perhaps those scholarship funds are better directed elsewhere," I mused. "And I'm sure the un

ather now? He can clarify his position on this matter.

face paled. He cl

his tone suddenly much warmer. "I'm sure this is al

ising. "Ms. Evans, perhaps you misinterpreted Ms. Miller's words? Som

speechless. The

clear dismissal. "Ash, a pleasure to meet you. Please extend my warmest regards to

. "I wil

till sitting there, her fa

anged. She knew

in this re-run of my life, I felt a f