Serena sat on the plush couch in her hotel suite, a silk robe draped over her as she held her phone to her ear.
The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the elegant furnishings.
The Eiffel Tower stood tall in the distance, but Serena barely glanced at it. Her mind was elsewhere.
Emma’s voice came through the line, tense and laced with concern.
“The board is barely holding back,” Emma said. “They haven’t made any decisions yet, but only because you’re in Paris working on this deal.”
Serena pinched the bridge of her nose. “So they’re waiting to see if I actually bring something valuable to the company before they decide whether or not to throw me to the wolves.”
“Basically,” Emma admitted. “Investors are still uneasy, and the media hasn’t stopp
