SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
I stood right in front of Liam Foster’s office building, heart beating like I was about to take the biggest risk of my life. Maybe I was. My hands were clammy as I smoothed my palms over my blazer, steadying my breath. Becca’s voice kept ringing in my head—“He deserves to know.”
So here I was, trying not to think too hard, just act.
As I walked through the marble-floored lobby, everything about the building screamed class and power. A receptionist smiled at me, but I didn’t return it. My eyes were fixed on the elevator like it had the answers to everything. My stomach turned and I tried not to let the nausea creep in again. I hadn't even eaten all day.
The elevator dinged open, and as soon as I stepped out onto the top floor, I was met with the sight of two men
