The elevator ride down from the CEO's floor felt endless. Evelina watched the numbers tick down, her reflection in the metal doors staring back at her—pale, composed, but eyes burning with a cold fire.
Crownline Creations. The name tasted like ash in her mouth.
Liam having her plan wasn't just a professional setback; it was a personal violation. It meant that despite all her careful maneuvering, despite the walls she had built, a snake had slithered into her garden. And snakes didn't just appear; someone had to let them in.
Who? Her mind raced, replaying every interaction, every shared file. Alessio? No, he's too proud to be a stooge for Liam. Isabella? She's too timid, too loyal.
The elevator pinged, the doors sliding open to the bustling noise of the general office floor. Evelina took a deep breath, fixing a mask of calm indifference onto her face. She couldn't let them see her sweat. If there was a mole, they would be watching for a reaction.
