Chapter 35
Rhea knew something was wrong the moment she walked into the office. The air was too still. People looked away too quickly. Conversations died mid-sentence when she passed. Even the receptionist avoided her eyes, pretending to be engrossed in a stack of papers that didn’t need sorting. Her stomach dropped. She stepped into the elevator, pressed the button for her floor, and tried not to jump to conclusions. But when she reached her desk and found no new emails—nothing, not even the usual flood of brand briefs and meeting reminders—her pulse quickened. That’s when Catherine appeared. “Rhea,” she said softly, almost apologetically. “You’ve been asked to go to the eleventh floor. Right away.” “The boardroom?” Rhea asked. Catherine just nodded, the hesitation in her face louder than wor
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