Chapter 63

Christina's POV Minutes later, Violet strutted back to her desk like she owned the place. Her smug little smirk told me everything I needed to know,she thought she had this project in the bag. As she passed by, she let out a condescending scoff. Had she pulled something shady again? My wolf growled inside me. Probably. I didn't react. Didn't even glance in her direction. My proposal was solid, but showing up late was a mark against me that I couldn't erase. If I were Eliza Black, I wouldn't trust someone who apparently couldn't read a clock either. Thirty agonizing minutes later, Savannah stepped out of her office, phone still in hand. From her expression, she'd just ended an important call. "Eliza Black's people got back to us," she announced, scanning the room. "She picked Violet Lin." The room fell silent. Then— "Really?" Violet gasped, one hand pressed dramatically to her cheek like she'd just won Miss Universe. "Eliza Black actually picked me?" Savannah nodded. "Yes. Prep starts n