His Choice Wasn't Me
Her grip, though light, felt strong, the kind that demanded attention.
“Wait,” she said, her voice steady. “You should hear me out first.”
Mr. Harrison frowned. “Oh, enough of this nonsense—”
But the woman ignored him completely. She turned to Sarah with calm authority and said, “My name is Mrs. Julia Augustine. I’m the President of Transcorp Technologies, Worldwide, Skyview Hotels, and several other companies across Europe.”
The street fell silent. Even Harrison stopped mid-sentence, blinking.
Sarah’s eyes widened as her breath caught. “You’re… Mrs. Julia Augustine?” she whispered.