The executives exchanged glances. Some coughed dramatically, and others shifted in discomfort.Andrew leaned back in his chair, holding my gaze, a faint smile curving his lips.“Ms. Sterling, do I need to be elaborate?”Silence.The others looked as though they'd rather be somewhere else, the rising tension palpable.Crossing my arms, I replied, “No. Just be specific.”“Aha!Ha!” Someone choked on his food.Another grabbed a glass of water and chugged it down.Someone else stood up, pretending to receive a call. One after another, the executives began disappearing from the room.Beside me, Mason chuckled. “Your food will turn cold, Anna. Eat up.”Only then did I break eye contact with the man sitting across from me.With the room almost empty now, the silence became louder, the tension still hanging in the air like a looming cloud.Andrew never answered my question.He never admitted to his criticism, downplaying my success.Bootlicker.I found myself laughing softly, the word echoing
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