We could hear a loud commotion coming from the hallway before the meeting even began.

“Tabitha actually brought a camera crew,” Kyle muttered as he walked in behind me. “She’s out there right now practicing her victory speech in front of a mirror.”

Penelope closed her portfolio with a small, knowing smile.

“Let them record everything. It’ll make for a very interesting video later.”

Tabitha walked in first, dressed in designer black, as if she were attending a funeral on a red carpet.

Calvin followed behind her, looking incredibly uncomfortable in a tie that seemed far too tight for his neck.

The camera crew began setting up lights and microphones around the office as if it were a movie set.

“We can begin now,” Tabitha said, crossing her legs with obvious impatience.