Read My Mind, Pay the Price
"Alright, I'll do just that."
After hanging up, I noticed that Sophie had flooded my phone with videos from her celebration banquet. She and Caleb were surrounded by people, kissing passionately on the screen.
Sophie: "I didn't realize you had it so good, Clara. Now, your father, your home, your man, and even your position as chief designer all belong to me. You must be livid, huh? I love the look on your face when you're angry."
I didn't reply. I merely sneered inwardly. Fairchild Group was about to roll out its next season's designs. I wondered how she planned to survive that.