Avela’s POV
I slammed the door to my office harder than I meant to.
The sound echoed off the walls, sharp and violent, like a gunshot. I twisted the lock and pressed my back against the door, chest heaving, heart racing like I’d just run for my life.
My hands were shaking.
Luketech.
Cameron.
Together.
The thought alone made my stomach churn.
I pushed away from the door and paced across the room, heels clicking angrily against the marble floor. My office suddenly felt too small, too tight, like the walls were closing in on me.
“No,” I muttered under my breath. “No, no, no.”
How could they?
Luketech was my number one investor.
My strongest supporter.
The backbone of everything I had built.
If they signed anything with Cameron, it didn’t just mean competition—it meant war. It me
