GILDA'S POV
The air in the car felt heavy, pressing into my lungs until breathing became a chore.
“Where are we going?” I finally asked, realizing I hadn’t even thought to.
“To my office,” he said flatly. “Do you have a problem with that?”
His voice was calm but cold, the kind that didn’t invite argument.
“I don’t,” I whispered. What would it matter if I did? I was already in the car.
The ride stretched on, each turn pulling me deeper into uncertainty. By the time we stopped, my stomach twisted in pain and the world tilted slightly.
“Boss, she doesn’t look okay,” his assistant said.
“What’s wrong with the young lady?” His tone softened, just a bit, enough to surprise me.
“I’m fine,” I lied, then winced. “Just tired. And hungry.”
“Come,” he said simply, and led me into a restauran
