“Sarah! What do you think you’re doing?” Julian hissed, but I ignored him and began walking toward the stage with my head held high.
He tried to stop me by shouting that the stage was only for executives, but the room began to fall silent as I reached the microphone. Maxwell Thorne didn’t look confused at all; he stepped back and bowed his head slightly as I approached.
“Madam President,” he whispered, loud enough for the front rows to hear.
“Good evening, everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Sarah Montgomery,” I announced into the microphone.
I saw Julian and Cynthia standing by the bar, their faces frozen in a mask of pure terror.
“A few minutes ago, my husband introduced me to your CEO as the nanny, and his sister just threw wine on me because she thought I was the help,” I continued while the room erupted in gasps.
“I’m here to clarify that I don’t work for Julian Cárdenas, and I certainly don’t answer to a man who disowns his family for the sake of his ego,” I stated firmly.