Monday morning, 8:30 AM.
The weekend's chaos still ached in my lower back, but I was already dressed in my work suit, clocked in, and sitting at my desk in the finance department.
The moment I sat down, an urgent internal email from HR popped up at the bottom of my screen.
[Personnel Order: Financial Analyst Chloe Bennett is hereby transferred to the CEO's Special Task Force. Report to the top floor by 10:00 AM today.]
This was Victor's doing, obviously.
Before I could close the email, David shoved open his glass office door and strode toward me.
He'd clearly received a CC of the order. Panic flickered behind his eyes, barely hidden. His usual composed manager act was slipping.
"Chloe. Your laptop. My office."
I unplugged my computer and followed him in.
The door clicked shut. Dav
