Elena gave a small, knowing smile, the kind that precedes a brilliant, unexpected revelation. “In fact, I will. And as Chairman of Nova Group, let me assure you, ‘mommy’ is very disappointed.”
The room fell silent, as if a spell had been cast. The air was sucked out of the space, leaving everyone in a stunned vacuum of disbelief. Clara’s wine glass slipped from her fingers, shattering on the polished mahogany floor.
“What did you just say?” Brenda stammered, her face pale.
