His Vice. His Doom
Trevor slowly turned his head toward her.
“Is that a problem?”
Joyce swallowed.
“No… I just..”
“She is more than qualified,” Trevor interrupted.
I finally found my voice.
“Ariana,” I said slowly, “what is this?”
She looked at me for the first time.
Her face was calm.
Stronger than I had ever seen it.
“This is business,” she said simply.
Business.
The word stung.
“You’re working here?” I asked.
“I am the Vice President,” she corrected.
My mind struggled to process everything.