Amara’s POV
The morning started badly. Which, honestly, should have prepared me for the disaster waiting later.
I barely slept after yesterday’s threats and media chaos. By the time I arrived at Cole Group, my nerves already felt stretched too thin. The threatening flowers I received and the board meeting Ethan was in had placed me on edge, and even coffee didn’t help with finding my balance.
Three emergency emails waited in my inbox. I worked mechanically, focusing on merger reports—numbers were easier than emotions or dealing with Ethan Cole.
My phone buzzed just after noon. It was Julian.
I answered immediately. “Is everything okay?” My stomach tightened instantly. I helped stay with Fabian at home today. I didn’t want him in school with all the media attention on me and my work.
