Chapter 20

• Arlene
• "I can be anywhere, Stepmother," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I plucked the folder from her hands. "Nice design. I wonder why I didn't see this at all. Dad said you submitted it to me, but I thought I must have missed it."
• Mirela's face paled, the color draining as if she had been caught red-handed. It was obvious what she was trying to do—she wanted Daisy to land a better position in the company. A position I had explicitly denied her by placing her in an internship role. Daisy, for all her charm, needed proper guidance, and I wasn't about to let nepotism dictate her career.