THEA
There are growing murmurs.
I’ve faced betrayal. I’ve signed papers that tore my family in two. I’ve looked my son in the eye and pretended I wasn’t breaking.
But this… this is different.
This is walking into a lion’s den when your wounds are still bleeding.
Ezra Harrington doesn’t bother to mask the cold steel in his gaze. He looks at me like I’m a weak link, and in this room filled with sharp suits and sharper tongues, that’s a death sentence.
He clears his throat, and the entire room stills.
“A shame,” he says, voice smooth, deep, and dark. “Some of us value punctuality. And professionalism.”
I gulp, but I don't lift my head. Not because I can't, but because like every other person, I fold under pressure.
And it's reeling off him in waves.
My jaw clenches, but I don’t spe
