Riley’s POV
The day had held its rhythm until that moment. I was reviewing the second draft of our finance proposal, notes still open on my tablet, eyes darting between figures and feedback from Mr. Chambers.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard, when a sharp knock on my door shattered the stillness.
I looked up from my Laptop.
Michael’s secretary stood there politely, with an unreadable expression. She did not step fully inside my office.
“Mr. Gray wants to see you,” she said. “Now.”
My chest tightened.
Without waiting for response, she turned and began walking back down the corridor.
I stood automatically, legs moving before my mind could catch up. My palms brushed against the sides of my dress, trying to ease the sudden prickling in my skin. I followed her out of the room, each
