THE SMATTER of applause in the boardroom clashes against my shocked silence.
Words flow around me, knocking against my skin without penetrating my head.
My brain stalls.
The room spins.
I scramble to process what just happened.
Pax McClane Fox grins so hard I can see all her white teeth. "Harriet?
Did you hear me?"
"I think I got that wrong." I shake my head. "What did you just say?"
The CEO of McClane Confectionaries beams at me. Pax is wearing a deep purple blazer over sweeping navy pants. Her curly hair is tightened into a knot at the back of her neck. Sweet laughter pours from her mouth.
"Congratulations on your new position!" My jaw drops.
Gleeful screams pour out of my throat.
Pax joins me in a squeal that is far too unprofessional for a woman of her position.
Not that she cares.
