Chapter 19 Old Wounds

Eleanor walked into the conference room, her elegance masking the butterflies in her stomach. How many years hadn't she been in the conference room? About six. Damn right, she was nervous. It seemed that her eyes were trying to play crisscross with her. So she chose the seat closest to the door. Should anything go wrong, she would be the first to bolt out of the room. Harper, on the other hand, had her confidence level at 101%. Harper was doing well at what she did, and Eleanor was jealous of her friend and secretary. She even greeted people in the conference room, smiling and making small talk. Eleanor knew she was being uptight by just sitting there, tight-lipped, and pretending to be busy on her phone. However, that was all she could do to keep her shit together. From the corner of her eyes, she scanned the room. She hadn't seen Levi. She guessed he was one of the few persons they were waiting for before the meeting commenced. She gradually relaxed, letting her thoughts wander abo