Kayla's POV
By the end of my third week at Throne Corporation, I had perfected the art of becoming a ghost.
I learned the precise layout of the floor, which elevators were used least, which stairwells were quietest, and exactly when the executive suite had the lowest foot traffic. Every time the heavy double doors of Lucien Thorne’s corner office opened, I found a reason to disappear. I’d hide my head into the filing room, step into the copy center, or suddenly remember an urgent errand three floors down.
I was terrified of him. Terrified that if he looked at me for one second too long, the foggy memory of the shivering, ruined girl he’d pulled from the road or the girl he f****d would suddenly Flash in his mind.
So, I threw myself into my work with a desperate, sharp focus.
While the
