Ava whispered hoarsely, “What do you want from me? An apology?”

“I don’t care for an apology born out of fear,” Lisa replied. “I want you to remember every single worker you made feel invisible. Because nobody is small just because you look down on them.”

Savannah began to cry, Chloe fled the building, and Ava stood completely alone.

The gala ended long before midnight, the guests departing in absolute silence.

As she left the estate, Lisa didn’t use the service door. She walked out proudly through the front entrance, her grandfather at her side.

“Mr. Bartlett, I’ll deliver the remaining corporate files tomorrow morning,” Zachary promised at the car.