_Zarelle’s POV_
The second meeting started shortly.
As usual, Constance couldn't hide her resentment even after offering her half hearted words to me.
If Cyric hadn’t chosen me as the new vice president, she believed the position should have gone to her. At least, that’s what her attitude told me, harsh with jealousy and wounded pride.
Throughout the second meeting, her resentment simmered like a pot about to boil over. Mirelle picked up her muttered complaints under her breath while colleagues praised my presentation on the Ravere project.
They called it insightful, and said they had complete faith that the project would be a huge success. Mirelle preened at the recognition, but I kept my expression neutral.
“All right, that wraps up the briefing. Any questions?” I gla
