Chapter 22 — Crossfire
By the time Selena reached the office that morning, the air felt different. Tense. Electric. Every conversation stopped when she walked in. The receptionist gave her a nervous smile. “Morning, Miss Monroe. Um… Mr. Morelli’s in a meeting.” He always was. But today, something about the tone made her stomach twist. She hurried toward her desk, eyes darting to the monitors in the lobby. And there it was—his name, her name, together in a headline scrolling across the news ticker. MORELLI INDUSTRIES IN CRISIS: INSIDER LINKED TO CEO Her breath caught. The photo beneath the text was one she didn’t remember anyone taking—her and Dante leaving the gala weeks ago, his hand low on her back, his gaze unmistakable. She turned away, heart hammering. People were watching. Whispering. Within minu
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