OASIS GROUP HEADQUARTERS
Elizabeth had barely set her bag down on her desk when her phone vibrated. She glanced at the screen, it was Sandra. Her stomach tightened, but she picked up.
“Elizabeth, please,” Sandra’s voice was shaky, thick with desperation. “I need to talk to you. Just a few minutes. Please.”
Elizabeth’s jaw clenched as anger flared. The memories of the party—the betrayal, the chaos, the near-death experience—rushed back in vivid detail. “Sandra, you have one chance,” Elizabeth said, her voice cold. “Speak quickly before I change my mind.”
“I can’t explain over the phone,” Sandra stammered. “I’m close to your office already. Please, just meet me.”
Elizabeth frowned. Her suspicion deepened, but curiosity mingled with it. “Fine,” she said, after a pause. “I’ll meet you do
