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Zephyra's POV

I checked the time on my computer screen, then took a deep breath, picked up my phone, and connected to Lirael’s PA line.

“Lirael Wright’s office,” Samson answered.

“Hi. It’s Zephyra Zane from the architectural team. I was wondering if I could get a quick meeting with Mr. Wright sometime today?”

“Hold on for a second.” The faint clicking of keys made its way across the line. “He had fifteen minutes available this afternoon at one o’clock. Did that work?”

“Yes, that was fine. Thank you.”

I lowered the receiver and clenched my fists. I did not want to do this. I really didn’t. But I would.

That morning, I had done what I promised myself. I had walked into the office with my head high, even though my stomach was in knots. Jovan had been waiting by my desk, and the anger that surged through me at the sight of his face had taken my breath away.

“Zephyra—” he had started, reaching for me.

I had jerked back. “Don’t touch me.”

His hand had dropped, but he had kept talk