LOGINArvan POV The phone on my desk rang at exactly ten in the morning. I'd just finished a meeting with the legal team about a new contract when the screen showed a name I hadn't expected to hear from so soon. Olivia Brennan. I picked up the call with some wariness. "Olivia." "Arvan." Her voice was
"Ms. Valeria?" Sera's voice startled me. She and Elara walked over, both their faces full of questions. "Why did Ms. Brennan call you in?" Sera asked. "Is something wrong?" I didn't answer. No time to explain. "Sorry, I have to go." I broke into a light jog toward the elevator, pressing the dow
Reyna POV "No employee named Kevin in the lighting division?" I repeated the sentence, as if saying it aloud might reveal some crack in it, some way it could still make sense. "Precisely." Ms. Brennan closed her laptop softly. "I've checked the personnel data. There isn't a single Kevin in that d
Ms. Brennan POV Morning was still too early for a meeting, but the report that landed on my desk at a quarter to seven couldn't wait. The building's head of security, a solidly built man named Marcus Whitfield, stood in front of my desk with a tablet in hand. "Sorry to bother you so early, Ms. Br
Selling myself. Those words hung in the air. I stared at Arvan, dazed. The anger in my chest no longer felt hot the way it had before, but the opposite. Cold. Calm. Like water freezing into ice, hard and impenetrable. "Let go of my arm," I said, my voice low but clear. Arvan didn't release his
Kevin fell silent for a moment. His expression shifted—not panic, but as if he were weighing how much he could say. "I—" "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?!" The voice thundered suddenly, shattering the garden's silence. Kevin and I both flinched, turning toward the sound. Arvan stood a few meters a







