14. This isn’t you.
Defne.
On Monday, when I walk into the company, the first thing I notice is the chaos.
People are clustered together, whispering among themselves, and it’s as if work has come to a complete standstill; instead of a workplace, it looks like a classroom full of gossip and nervous murmurs.
“What’s going on?” I ask Levi, stopping beside him.
He looks at me with his arms crossed over his chest. The grim expression on his face tells me this isn’t some childish mess, but something far more serious than my mind can even begin to anticipate.
“Matheo’s most important client at the moment was stolen from him,” he replies.
My blood turns to ice.
“What?”
“Jamenson offered the client the exact same services and the same planning, but at a better price.” Levi steps a little c
