The Winner Has Already Been Decided

No one said anything. Roxanne seemed rather relaxed as she drummed her finger on the table. It sounded like she was counting but when they looked at her face, she had her signature smug smile which made it difficult for them to know what she was thinking.

"Are you all accepting her back to the conglomerate?" She finally asked, relieving her finger of the work of drumming on the table. "Should I remind you of what the three of them did back then?"

"They're all aware, Roxanne. Besides, people do make mistakes. You do also, so why are you holding ours against us?" Raphael asked, a gloomy smile evident on his face.

Roxanne's eyes settled on his face and a frown occupied her face. "Raphael Dean, I wasn't talking to you. But since you took the initiative to speak to me first, I'll answer you."

Then she leaned forward and spat out. "Your errors have long surpassed what anyone can think of. The only mistake Queenie made back then was to leave you half dead. She disregarded my suggestion o