ALANNAI hate being in the position of choice. I hate having to choose. Brad, impeccably dressed and radiating practiced charm, entered the sterile boardroom. "Alanna," he purred, his voice smooth as silk. "Looking lovely as ever today."A tight smile pulled at my lips. "Thank you, Brad.""And I trust you'll be making the right decision today?" he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper."After all, we both know the company will be in better hands with me at the helm."My stomach churned. The blatant self-interest in his voice left a bad taste in my mouth. "We'll see what the vote reveals,Brad," I replied coolly.The door creaked open again, and Nolan stormed in, his face a mask of thunder. His disheveled appearance, Behind him, his mother, Mrs. Westbrook, swept in like a malevolent force of nature, her icy glare landing on me with pinpoint accuracy.As the board members trickled in, whispers and speculative glances filled the air. Mr. Raina, the weasel-faced board
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