Becca
Before we could leave the house, Mrs Hale and Jace got a message saying the board were calling an emergency meeting.
“You don’t have to come.”
Jace says it like he already knows I will.
I adjust my sleeve anyway.
“I’m not missing this.”
He studies me for a second.
Not pushing.
“Today gets ugly,” he says.
“Hasn’t it already?”
A corner of his mouth lifts.
“Not like this.”
Nate scoffs from behind me. “Corporate rich people ugly or actually ugly?”
Jace glances at him. “Both.”
“Great,” Nate mutters. “Love that for us.”
I ignore them both and step out of the car.
The Hale corporate building rises above us, all glass, power and fake control.
Funny.
Because inside?
Everything’s already cracking.
People are gathered at the entrance.
Employees.
Reporters.
Whispers everyw
