9 a.m., Conference Room 1. Last night's merger meeting had been paused and resumed today. Mia walked in. White Chanel suit, hair perfectly pinned, lips painted a sharp red.
When she saw me, her mouth twitched. Not surprise, but disappointment. She walked straight up to me. "Did you go last night?"
"No," I lowered my head. "I was scared."
"Useless," she hissed through her teeth, then turned toward her seat.
Leon entered. "Evelyn."
I lowered my head.
"I checked the surveillance from last night. From the day you joined until now," his voice was cold, "no abnormal entry or exit records. Elevators, corridors included."
He threw a stack of documents onto the table. "You're not the one I'm looking for."
A wave of relief spread through the room. Mia's lips curled slightly.
"However," Leon
