KENDRA
By the time the driver pulled up to the company’s headquarters, my palms were damp. The tall glass building rose like an accusation, gleaming under the morning sun. I had walked into this place countless times before, confident and sure of my purpose. But today felt different.
Today, I wasn’t just the executive who had clawed her way up from shadows. Today, I was the woman who had married Pascal Anderson, the man who could snap his fingers and tilt the balance of this city’s power.
The knowledge should have steadied me. Instead, it pressed on my chest like a weight.
I knew deep down that there was no good reason for this emergency meeting, so I was definitely not looking forward to it.
The receptionist greeted me with professional courtesy, though I caught the flicker of curios
