Frederick’s impromptu shareholder meeting took longer than expected, leaving Leah to wait in the CEO’s office.
About thirty minutes later, he finally walked in.
Pausing her Candy Crush game, Leah looked up to answer Frederick’s earlier question. “Who said I agreed to delete the recording? I just smiled; I never nodded in agreement. The Taylors read too much into it themselves.”
“Why would I delete it? Daphne dared to approach me with an agenda, use me, and The Taylors had the nerve to come after me so publicly and arrogantly. Of course, I’ll fight back.”
As she finished, Leah turned toward Frederick, who was now sitting at his desk. He was impeccably dressed in a suit, with gold-rimmed glasses lending him an aloof, refined air. His face revealed no emotion, but Leah sensed something co
