(Sebastian)
The next morning, I arrived at Wolfe Enterprises earlier than usual.
I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered Zara standing in my office, telling me how hard she'd worked for her position. She was right to be angry. I'd wanted her close and hadn't considered what that decision might cost her.
Then Marcus Reid's email arrived, proving her point.
I opened the message again. He'd questioned why a new marketing coordinator had been assigned to my priority project before completing her first day. He hadn't accused anyone of anything, but I knew Marcus well enough to recognize what he was doing. He wanted other people asking the same question.
I forwarded the email to the project coordinator with a request for the hiring committee's evaluation of Zara's pres
