At that moment Penelope ended the call with a click and slowly lowered the phone from her ear.
Her eyes were sharp now, calculating filled with something close to silent fire.
Then she turned to face Owen and Amelia, who had been watching her closely.
Immediately a cold smile curled on Penelope's lips.
"It's showtime," she said softly.
She didn't need to repeat herself.
They knew what she meant.
The meeting with GSK
representative was locked in.
Tomorrow, she would step into that room and do whatever it took to shift the balance of power back into their favor.
Owen and Amelia exchanged a glance and for the first time in days, there was confidence on their faces.
Whatever Penelope had planned,
they believed something useful would come out of it.
Something that could weaken Abigail's growing influence.
Something that could finally put that arrogant Jerry in his place.
They didn't need to say anything.
They could feel it, tomorrow, things would shift.
