I stared at these people, the same ones who used to call me "Philippa" this and "Philippa" that, now tripping over themselves to stab me in the back just to curry favor with the new director.
All I felt was a bone-deep chill and revulsion.
Bertram delivered his ultimatum. "Philippa Sullivan, the people have spoken loud and clear."
"Sign this penalty agreement today, hand back the money, and I might still let you walk out of here in one piece."
"If you refuse, I'm calling the police. Extortion and embezzlement. That kind of record follows you for life. What company would ever touch you after that?"
I looked around this office, at this company I had built with my own two hands, and let out a cold laugh. "Fine. You're all just wonderful."
"I'm not paying back a single cent. Go ahead and call the police."
I snatched the agreement off the table, ripped it to shreds, and hurled the pieces straight into Bertram's face. Then I turned and headed for the door.
I was done playing servant. With my abilities, I could make eight million anywhere.
"Leaving? Not so fast." Tamara's eyes turned venomous in an instant. She snapped her fingers, the sound crisp and sharp.