Someone Is Watching
Emily
The rooftop garden outside the boardroom was the closest thing to privacy the building offered, and I'd claimed a bench in the far corner before I let myself breathe properly for the first time in twenty minutes.
Married within days.
The words kept looping, absurd and inescapable, no matter how many times I tried to talk myself into calm.
I pulled out my phone, more out of habit than intention, needing something to do with my hands that wasn't shaking.
A text from an unknown number sat at the top of my notifications.
*Careful who you trust, Dr. DelaRosa. Not everyone in that boardroom has your best interests at heart. Some people have been planning this marriage a lot longer than you think.*
My stomach dropped.
I read it twice, three times, searching for
