Laura stood half-hidden near the corner of the hallway, fingers digging into her own arms as she glared at the two of them. If looks could kill, Clara and Nathaniel would have dropped dead right there between the elevator doors.
She had left the boardroom furious, humiliated after every single one of her carefully planned disruptions failed. Clara didn't stumble. She didn't falter. She didn't even look bothered. And that alone made Laura's stomach twist with rage.
But this—
this was worse.
She watched Clara smile shyly at Nathaniel and pack a strand of her hair, watched Nathaniel lean in slightly, his hand almost brushing Clara's arm as he spoke to her in that low, private tone Laura had never once heard him use with anyone else.
It wasn't fair.
Nothing about this was fair.
