Roadwork nearby had left the streets in poor condition, and the hood of Annabelle Leighton's crashed Maserati rattled and banged.
Annoyed, she slapped the steering wheel. "I'm definitely making Shane Sterling buy me a new car this time!"
Isla Prescott didn't hear a word Annabelle Leighton said. Her mind was consumed by the phrase "trading sex for power."
Those words had hit her hard.
She had joined her new company full of hopes and dreams, thinking it was a dream factory where she could truly shine. But in reality, it was just a brokerage for trading sex for power. How could she possibly accept that?
Annabelle Leighton pulled the car over. "I'm hungry. Let's find somewhere to eat. We can talk over a meal."
Isla Prescott nodded numbly. She followed Annabelle Leighton out of the car and into a salad shop.
The shop was empty. Annabelle Leighton picked a table by the window, called over the owner, and ordered a smoked salmon and avocado salad.
