The boardroom buzzed with the usual corporate energy. The sleek, polished wood of the long table gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, and the murmurs of the executives were a distant hum as Rhea took her seat. She was calm on the outside, but inside, her nerves were a tangled mess. Naomi was here today—she could feel her presence before she even saw her. The woman had this ability to make everything feel a little too sharp, a little too calculated, and it was impossible to ignore.
Rhea had spent months at this company, walking the razor-thin line between blending in and standing out, but something about Naomi Lancaster made it feel like she was always one misstep away from being exposed. Naomi’s reputation as Damian’s childhood friend wasn’t just a title. It was a weapon, a reminde
