ELENA'S POV
The flight from London to Denver felt longer than it actually was.
Or maybe it just felt that way because I had spent the entire flight staring at the same email without reading a single word of it.
I closed the Axiom deal.
I should have been relieved. Proud, even.
Instead, I was sitting in the back seat of my car, still in yesterday’s blazer, sunglasses on, head resting against the window, thinking about the exact moment yesterday I acted without thinking.
I had lied in boardrooms before.
I had negotiated, bluffed, and said whatever needed to be said to close a deal.
But this?
This was different.
This time, I didn't lie about numbers or projections or timelines.
I lied about a person.
I had told a room full of very important, very serious people that Caleb was my
