Fiona POV
“You will formally take over responsibility for the meeting materials and records as well as keeping tabs on the proposal Mr. Parson gave.”
After making my way back to my desk, I have to sit down because my head is still spinning from what King Nolan said. I haven’t even been here for a week, and he’s already assigning high tasks to me. The angry sneer Mr. Parson and several other employees shoot my way when they pass my desk has a me lowering my gaze.
I don’t need enemies here, yet here we are.
Taking my time, I lay out the papers and the laptop while mulling over the information from the meeting. It all sounded so familiar, and the longer I think about it, the more I feel like I’ve heard this or a very similar proposal before.
In college, before I went to prison, I’d be
