Veronica's POV
Grand Del Hotel - Private Room
I arrived at the hotel at five and headed over to the private room section.
Seven years since I last came here.
The very private rooms where I served drinks.
The very halls where I served drinks at their private parties.
The very private room where Sanders harmed me.
Today, I was walking as the CEO of Rollings Arts, a millionaire self-made business.
I stopped at the entrance as I knew Imelda was already waiting for me.
I wasn't anxious…only aware of my current status compared to the past.
Over the past seven years I had grown emotionally.
As I walked inside the room, I noticed Imelda seated at the host chair.
I observed her posture.
As always one of the CEOs.
Her expression grave as always and her unchanged confidence, or rather over-confidence.
