The elevator ride to the executive floor feels longer than it should.
Thirty-two floors.
Thirty-two seconds.
Thirty-two reasons why I shouldn’t be here.
But the moment the doors open, I step out anyway.
The hallway of Reyes Holdings is quieter than I expected. The polished marble reflects the ceiling lights like still water. Assistants glance up from their desks, trying not to stare. Trying not to look surprised that I’m standing. That I’m walking. That I’m here.
The articles have already circulated.
Architect’s Negligence Questioned in Pregnancy Loss.
Market Uncertainty at Reyes Holdings.
My instability has become public speculation.
I square my shoulders and walk toward the boardroom.
The double doors are open.
Inside, twelve board members sit around a long obsidian table. Fl
