"Dad, please don't do this!" Frida pleaded as she slammed her palms against door of Adam's study.
"I swear I didn't know the company would suffer so much. I merely wanted Sara to step down as its CEO. It was... I admit that I made a mistake, a terrible one, but I—I..." Her voice dissolved into a choked sob, her lips quivering violently, the confession she needed to utter dying unspoken in her throat.
"Leave!" Adam roared from inside his study.
Diego stepped forward from the shadow of the hallway archway. His hands were tucked casually into the pockets of his tailored trousers.
"Go to your room, Frida," he said. "You and Julia played a dirty game. You got caught up in the blowback. Now, stop crying and focus. You need to think of a plan to save yourself by tomorrow morning. Luca won't spare you."
Frida snapped her head up. She swiped the back of her hand across her wet cheeks, keeping her sharp glare
