Eve's POV.
The restaurant had emptied long ago, but the air still felt crowded, thick with the residue of whispered gossip and humiliation.
The chandeliers burned dimly overhead, reflecting off the wine-stained tablecloths. The night had left its fingerprints everywhere.
Kimberly Ashbrook stood at the door, her posture composed, her eyes cold as she turned to Eve one last time.
“You’ll receive the transfer in the morning,” she said with that thin smile that never reached her eyes. “Make sure you’re in Bexlin before the day runs out. Don’t make me come looking for you.”
Evelyn nodded silently. The words lodged like stones in her throat.
Kimberly gave a sharp nod to Luan, who smirked faintly, and together they stepped out into the waiting night, their perfume lingering behind them like
