From Workhorse To Queen: My Reign

A BRU

pulse with a manic energy tonight, undoubtedly fueled by Josh's headline-grabbing announcement. I s

s," I instructed.

h enough political dramas to recognize the calm before a s

lass, filled with the low hum of conversation and the faint clatter of heels on polished floors. Publicists, reporters, ne

ng with a small entourage near the reception desk. Her voice, typically sharp and articulate on air, was now a high-p

eyes darting around the lobby, soaking in the attention. "He' s just so dedicated to hi

knife deeper. Building something incredible? We w

arper tongue, spotted me first. Her eyes widened, then narrowed with a

th a mixture of surprise and cold amusement. "Well, well, if it isn't little Aurora Bruce," sh

ly manicured hand. I was not an errand girl. I was the architect of Josh Palmer's car

voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Though I must say, Josh mentioned you were a

ed. I took a step forward, my eyes fixed on Kassandra. "I'm here for

ar right now. He's mine. And you're... well, you're just his former low-level strategist." She gestured vaguely at me

. And they did. But beneath the pain, a new e

epped forward, blocking my path. He gave me a dismissive look. "Alright, swe

don't think you understand," I said, my voice still quiet, but with an edge that cut through the lobby's chatter

ute. But you're in my house now, Aurora. And in my house, we don't tolerate... unpleas

grabbed my arm with more force. My eyes locked with Kassandra' s, and for a fleeting second, I saw a

w who she was deal

t for a weapon, but for something else. I pulled out a small, intricately carved silver pin, bearing the stylized crest of

er face. The bodyguard' s grip loosened. The lion crest.

he suddenly silent lobby, each word a hammer blow. "And you, Ka