Kyra's POV
I woke up to a pounding on my bedroom door. I groaned and sighed as I looked at the clock. It was 5 am.
I threw a pillow at my door and turned over, hoping whoever was at the door would take the hint and leave me to sleep for a few more hours.
Of course, no such luck.
"Kyra? Kyra! Wake up! You're supposed to tell me about the meeting! Come on!" Becca's voice whined through my closed door. She knew she couldn't barge in due to a lock I installed a year ago. She would frequently come into my room and wake me to talk about the company and beg to once again be a part of it. When I would tell her no, she'd resort to stealing the jewelry Mom had left me, saying it looked better on her anyway.
When I'd try to get it back, there would be gems missing, or it would be completely bro
