Elena’s POV
A break was called after the first half of the meeting. I would be presenting in the next half, and if I nailed it, the resort deal could secure my position for good.
Pacing outside the bathroom and trying to pull myself together, I caved. Lord Almighty, Dax was good with his fingers.
Focus, Elena. You have a presentation in five minutes.
I took another deep breath and made my way to the conference room.
I should have been smiling like a good corporate official.
But instead, I was staring at Sharon.
Glaring at her, actually.
She stood by the hallway doors, blocking my path like some villain in stilettos. Arms crossed, lips curled, she looked like a cartoon character.
“Well, well,” she drawled, her gaze dropping deliberately to my neck. “So it’s true
