The sky above the Jackson Group building was overcast, mirroring Evalina Wilson’s mood. She stood still in front of Hunter Jackson’s office door, her fists clenched, her breathing heavy. Though her heart was still in turmoil, she summoned the courage to knock—perhaps for the last time.
“Come in,” came Hunter’s cold voice from inside.
Evalina slowly opened the door and stepped in hesitantly. Hunter sat behind his desk, his expression unreadable.
“I know I made a mistake,” Evalina began in a soft voice. “But I’m not running away from responsibility. I was exhausted, and I fell asleep without realizing it. Please, Hunter… give me a chance to make things right.”
Hunter didn’t respond at first. He just stared at her for a long moment, then slowly stood up from his chair. His steps brought h
