"I've had enough fires for one day! So no! Whatever this is…" Jameson gestured to Roman, seated smugly on her desk, "I am not interested in it. You guys had the opportunity to contain this commotion but kept quiet. So yes, I do not need you!" She was ranting at this point.
But Roman, unbothered, raised a brow. "You don't need our help even if it would save your ass?"
She scoffed. "There's no saving my ass. The Alpha King's Beta is minutes away from calling me, and I'm sure as hell it's not about some briefing. King Elijah's already heard the news and the testimonies your parents gave will have filled his ears by now. He's going to fire me…" Jameson didn't even realize she was chewing on her nails now. "I've had the feeling for a while." She looked down, caught herself, and pulled her hand away.
Jameson was a mess. She looked like she had aged ten years in one day. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, her hands trembling. Roman nearly felt sorry for her.
