Irina's POV
"I'm just trying to protect my own reputation," Myra declared, crossing her arms defensively.
Her gaze burned with disgust as she looked me up and down. "I simply don't believe someone who never attended high school can manage the SAT. Better to stop this charade now and save yourself the public humiliation."
Samson's face turned crimson with fury. 'How the hell did we hire this woman?' he thought, his jaw clenched tight.
I could see Samson getting dangerously worked up, so I gently touched his arm to calm him down before he exploded.
Turning back to Myra, I asked evenly, "What makes you so certain I can't handle the SAT?"
"Seriously?" Myra scanned me from head to toe with obvious disdain. "Just look at yourself. I doubt you can afford your next meal, much less quality education."
I glanced down at my outfit—nothing seemed wrong with it.
