Chapter 105 Chapter One Hundred And Five
- Mirabelle's POV.
- The afternoon sun streamed through the floor to ceiling windows of my office. Casting golden streaks across the polished oak desk. I sat stiffly in my chair, my fingers gripping the armrests as if they were the only things keeping me tethered from reality.
- My chest still heaved slightly from the confrontation with the board, the adrenaline refusing to subside.