Amelia exited the boardroom and found the Hawke Industries halls eerily quiet.
The silence was loaded, buzzing with barely suppressed whispers, eyes that flicked away too quickly, and lips that twitched in uncertainty—not the respectful kind.
She was no longer just Sebastian Hawke’s secretary.
She was the woman who had brought down Isabelle Mercer.
And that made her dangerous.
Sebastian fell into pace next to her, a continuous presence. His hand lightly grazed the small of her back in a touch so faint it was almost instinctive.
He whispered under his breath, "You're shaking."
Amelia forced herself to look calm by clenching her fists. "Adrenaline."
They stepped inside the elevator. Amelia finally let herself sag against the wall and exhaled shakily as the doors locked them off from
