Ava’s POV
Everyone thinks Lynda is the CEO of Thorne Group. Let them keep bel
Some illusions were safer that way.
When I stepped into the restaurant, the air was thick with expensive cologne, polished arrogance, and quiet competition that never needed words. Gold watches flashed under soft lights with every movement. Conversation dipped the moment I entered, then rose again just as carefully, as though nothing had changed.
But everything had.
Men like these didn't just look at people.
They measured them.
Big shots, business tycoons, men whose names lived on magazine covers and financial reports. All gathered in one room, seated like they owned the world.
And they believed they were here for Lynda Voss.
My lips twitched, but I didn’t let it become a smile.
I followed Lynda’s lea
