LISA'S OFFICE
Lisa’s heels clicked sharply against the floor as she left Ethan’s office. Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest that it drowned out every other sound around her. Her palms were clammy, her breaths shallow, and by the time she reached her office door, her fingers trembled as they gripped the handle.
The moment she reached her office door, she yanked it open and rushed inside, slamming it shut behind her.
Leaning against the door, Lisa slid down until she was sitting on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest. She pressed her trembling hands against her face as she tried to steady her erratic breathing.
"He's onto me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I know it. He knows something."
Her mind replayed every moment of the meeting—Ethan’s calm demeanor, the subt
