Chapter 55

As Clyde's words hung in the air, dripping with his usual venomous sarcasm, I could feel the familiar surge of irritation building within me. It seemed that every encounter with him only served to reinforce my disdain for his condescending demeanor.

"Is there anything else you'd like to add?" I interjected, my voice laced with a veneer of feigned self-assurance. With a piercing glare, I challenged him to persist with his trivial taunts.

“I-“ But before Clyde could gather his thoughts and form a retort, I swiftly interjected once more, determined not to grant him the gratification of getting under my skin any further.

"Good," I declared, my tone clipped and dismissive. "Since you don't have anything else to contribute, let's cut to the chase and get down to business."

I turned abruptly, my body language conveying my dismissal of Clyde's presence. Each step I took reverberated through the expansive room, the sound of my footsteps echoing against the polished marble floor. As I approached