Raina’s POV
The moment Sophie’s voice slid through the phone… soft, syrupy, carefully measured…
I didn’t let her finish.
My thumb pressed down.
Call ended.
Silence followed.
Thick. Immediate. Final.
For a second, I just stood there in the hallway outside the bar, staring at my own reflection in the dark screen. My face looked… unfamiliar.
Too calm.
Too still.
Inside me, something twisted.
Not sharp enough to hurt.
Not strong enough to break me.
Just… there.
Lingering.
What exactly were they doing together this late?
The thought crept in quietly, then spread like ink in water.
Harrison hated anyone touching his phone.
Anyone.
Assistants.
Executives.
Even me.
There had been a time I picked it up once… just once… to answer a call for him.
The look he gave me that day ha
