~ Lily ~
Halfway through a meeting, my phone lights up against the conference table.
I ignore it. The finance director continues explaining projected figures while charts change across the screen behind him, each slide blurring into the next until every picture begins looking exactly the same. Then my phone vibrates again. Then once more.
Across the table, Elias notices the third time. But he says nothing, only nudges the phone a little closer to me before returning to his notes.
I glance down.
Ginger. Three missed calls. One message.
Don’t open during work hours.
Naturally, I do exactly the opposite.
Keeping my expression neutral, I lower the brightness on my screen beneath the edge of the table and open the link she sent. The video has already gathered hundreds of thousands of vi
