Alexa's fury burned within her, consuming her so fiercely that it bubbled up and manifested as laughter. It was a bitter, sarcastic sound that echoed through the room, leaving a lingering sense of discontent.
"Dad, who's idea was it? Yours or my stepmother's?" Alexa demanded, her voice heavy with anger.
Her father, taken aback by her outburst, hesitated for a moment before responding. With a sigh, he admitted, "Well, Alexa, it was your stepmother's idea. But I have to admit, I thought it made sense."
She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white with the pressure, as she struggled to contain her emotions. The room fell into an uneasy silence, punctuated only by her heavy breathing.
Alexa's frustration boiled over as she voiced her doubts. "I'm not so capable of placing people in Ryan's company. If my stepmother could find Ryan to get money, then surely she could convince him to agree to let Ann into the company too!" and immediately hung up the phone.