Zane
By the time the sun slid lower against the skyline, my patience was stretched thin.
Giorgos’s voice still rattled in my head, thick with promises and threats. The demand for a “favor.” The reminder of debts I’d rather forget.
And then there was Gina. Her eyes, fierce and defiant, refusing to shrink before me. She’d left my office hours ago, but the memory of her lingered like a current under my skin.
I wanted to focus on expansion reports, on board memos, on anything that didn’t remind me that I was being pulled in three different directions at once.
But Natalie wouldn’t allow even that.
For the third day in a row, Sarah reported that Natalie was blowing up the phone lines, slipping past receptionists, barking demands to be put through to me as if she still had some claim. Gina
