They applauded her like she had won a prize, yet it didn't feel like a win to her. Natalie knew she was a puppet dancing on someone's strings. And she didn't like it one bit.
The charade was over, which meant the cameras had stopped rolling, and Natalie waited right outside the hall for Jameson.
It wasn't long before Jameson arrived, laughing politely at whatever the two board members beside her said. Even her laughter was airy and professional. Jameson was always the picture of poise.
Natalie didn't care that she was with guests, she pushed off the wall and stepped directly into her path.
The board members were startled at her abrupt appearance, their brows drawn in confusion. Jameson, as expected, took charge of the situation.
"Isn't that our new Alpha? Oh—wait, that's what the wolves say, right?" Jameson chuckled stiffly. "For humans, we say 'President,' don't we?"
