"No!" Gavin jolted awake, drenched in a cold sweat.
He was still sitting in the top-floor CEO's office, Delilah's portrait hanging right in front of him.
The dream's images came flooding back in sharp, vivid frames, a bone-deep chill racing up his spine.
It all felt so real, as if he had lived through every moment of it himself.
Then it hit him...
There had been a time when Delilah's personality had completely flipped, and she had kept urging him to rejoin the field operations team.
All the clues snapped together, and a wild but startlingly clear thought surfaced in his mind.
Could it be that Delilah had actually lived through that entire dream-life? That was why she had acted so out of character?
That absurd speculation took root and sprouted in his mind.
Gavin had never believed
