Sarah stood up, her hands trembling with humiliation and rage. Three massive security guards pushed through the glass doors of the HR office, cracking their knuckles and glaring at her faded navy suit.
"Don't touch me," Sarah said, her voice shaking but her chin high. She grabbed her cheap purse. "I know the way out."
"Wait," Sterling chuckled cruelly, leaning back in his leather chair. "Arthur Vance is paying a fifty-thousand-dollar bounty to anyone who reports your location. I'm keeping you right here until his men arrive to collect you. Guards, lock the door."
Sarah's eyes widened in panic. The Vance family wasn't just blacklisting her — they were hunting her. If she didn't get out now, she'd be dragged to the Vance Estate and tortured.
One of the security guards reached out to grab
