"Mr. Sanchez!" Cindy Pruitt stomped her foot, her face twisted with exaggerated heartache. "You're too good for her! Does she even know how badly you want a child? She's the one who can't get pregnant, and now she can't even handle a little suffering!"
Cindy scoffed. "If I were her, I'd have died of shame. Married all these years and she still hasn't given you a single child. She's useless!"
The dark amusement in my eyes vanished in an instant. "Cindy Pruitt, is it? I'm officially informing you that you're fired."
"You think you have that power?" Cindy didn't flinch. She planted her hands on her hips and looked down at me. "Mr. Sanchez hired me. Fire me? You don't have the authority."
"Enough." Before I could speak, Brendan cut in with a low, sharp reprimand. "Cindy, go pick up some supplements for Debbie. You're not needed here right now."
The next second, Cindy shot me one last provocative glance and sauntered out the door without a care in the world.
The room fell deathly quiet.
"Brendan Sanchez, explain something to me. Since when did you become the heir to Henson Sterling Group?"
...
Brendan's flawless face was etched with helplessness.
"Debbie, Cindy just misunderstood on her own..."