Congratulations, Jenny

When Jenny had received the call from Jasmine's office, she'd known that something was up. Jasmine definitely wouldn't just make a call for anything casual. Something was up.

No, her younger sister thrived on theatrics and she was either summoning Jenny to prove a point or to assert dominance. Which was it?

Whatever it was, Jenny didn't let that get to her. She was currently the one winning. Their mother might have removed one of their weapons off the board but Jenny's name was still the one being placed next to Apex's publicity.

She walked with her head held high, her high heels which she'd worn for this exact purpose clicking on the floor. It was her war drum. Her own way of drawing attention to herself and telling everyone that a stronger competitor was in town.

Her only weakness right now, if she had any, would be the FleetForward investment.