Cheryl's POV
Laura’s face was unreadable, but I could see a warning in her green eyes. I forced myself to stay calm, silently pleading with her, "Please…"
My shoulder sagged as Eric’s warm hand gripped it, offering a reassuring squeeze. He looked down at Laura. "What’s going on?"
Laura’s gaze flickered between us before landing on Eric’s hand. Her eyes darkened, casting a shadow over her face as her lashes lowered.
I held my breath, anxiously waiting for her response.
"We were just discussing your ideas," she said with a shrug, her tone flat. "You know, only good stories sell."
She walked past us to the door to change her shoes. I wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but I thought I saw her legs tremble slightly. She bent down to put on her shoes but struggled, trying several times wit
