THE WARNING
I was sitting at the small table in my apartment, reviewing the final slides for the Global Dynamics proposal, when my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and felt my stomach tighten. Sophia.
For a second, I considered letting it go to voicemail. But I was tired of running from her. I answered.
“Hello, Sophia,” I said, keeping my voice calm and even.
“Evelyn,” she replied, her tone smooth and almost pleasant, like we were old friends catching up. “I’m impressed with what you’re doing at Silverline. Really. Turning that little startup around so quickly? It’s quite the achievement for someone who just walked away from a very comfortable life.”
I leaned back in my chair, gripping the phone a little tighter. “What do you want?”
She let out a soft laugh. “Straight to the point
