Aria
My feet froze in place as the noise of the restaurant faded into a dull hum, Alessandra’s words settling over me like a suffocating weight.
Slowly, I turned back to face her.
“What the hell did you just say?” My voice came out tight, coiled with disbelief and anger.
“Sit down, Aria,” she said calmly, not even bothering to look up. “I told you we weren’t done talking.”
I hesitated for only a second before walking back to the table and dropping into my chair. My movements were controlled and deliberate, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me rattled.
So I wasn't wrong.
The investors hadn’t pulled out for no reason. Deals didn’t just fall apart overnight without explanation, not when everything had been moving smoothly. This was the reason.
Alessandra.
She’d sabotage
