Everyone in the conference room stared at her. Preston had his hand balled against the table, clearly fuming with unresolved rage.
The woman Marcella, smiled, saying, "Of course, girl, we wouldn't want to waste anyone's—"
"Do you not know my name?" Evelyn asked, interrupting her.
Marcella blinked. "What?"
"Respectfully, Ms. Marcella, I run the company and I lead this board. Don't disrespect me. Again," Evelyn said, face still painted with a dry smile. "I hope we're clear."
Marcella fluttered her lashes, incredulous. Her lips were parted but she couldn't even find the words to speak.
"You may go ahead," Evelyn gestured. "You had something to say."
"Of course… Ms. Darkwood." Marcella bit down her irritation. "I'll get to the point."
Zayne lowered his head, smiling slightly to himself.
