Serena's Pov
The door closed quietly behind me, the sound muffled by heavy carpet and heavier tension. I didn't look back. I didn't need to. I already knew what was on Dominic's face, a combination of pride and delusion. He thought he'd won. That today was the start of some grand redemption tale where he was the misunderstood hero.
My heels clicked methodically down the corridor from the conference room. Outside was bitter and fhe obnoxious sun cast beams across the glassy complex like it was warming him. The moron who just signed his own hangman's noose.
I shoved my sunglasses back into place, cuddling my bag against the other. I could still sense the soft pressure of the pen on my fingers. Still see ink bleeding onto the page. Still hear Lester's voice, heavy with pride, hiding behind
