Lena’s POV
Tessa’s office is a fortress of intimidation—glass desk gleaming under harsh lights, awards lining the walls like trophies from corporate wars, the faint scent of her jasmine perfume mixing with the sterile air-conditioning.
My heart’s still racing from the conference room blowup, adrenaline buzzing in my veins as Sienna and I trail behind her like naughty schoolkids dragged to the principal. My ankle throbs with every step, a constant reminder of how this week’s been one disaster after another, but I bite it back. No weakness. Not here. Tessa slams the door behind us with a finality that echoes, then rounds on us, her silver-blonde bob not moving an inch.
“Sit,” she snaps, pointing to the two chairs in front of her desk like they’re electric. Sienna slides in gracefully, cr
