Chapter 11
Everyone in the conference room was frozen stiff when Allie walked in. She was looking immaculate in a tailored cream suit that somehow failed to conceal her barely contained fury, standing framed in the broken doorway. Her dark hair was pulled into a high, severe ponytail, and her eyes—the color of polished mahogany when she was calm—were currently blazing with an alarming, predatory golden light. She didn't just walk into the room; she took ownership of it, consuming the oxygen with her Luna aura. Her anger was radiating off of her in waves, and she was about ten seconds away from turning into a category five hurricane.
“Unnie…” Sarah breathed out.
“Mrs. Shaw,” Janene visibly flinched and scrambled backward in her chair, a hand flying to her chest.
“I’m about this close to
