EVA'S POV
I didn’t sleep.
Not even for a second.
The email replayed in my head all night…the words private executive meeting and conflict of interest stabbing me repeatedly until dawn finally came.
By morning, my eyes were tired, my heart uneasy, and my stomach felt like it had been tied into a thousand knots.
I dressed slowly, forcing myself to breathe.
Forcing myself to stay calm.
Clark had texted once during the night:
“We’ll handle this…Don’t panic…I’m on your side.”
But what did that mean?
How would we “handle” something we didn’t even understand?
I walked into the conference floor feeling like I was walking into an execution chamber.
People were already whispering.
Glancing..judging.
Rachel stood beside Clark, holding his arm like she was welded to it.
She wore a brig
