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Zephyra's POV

I walked into the office on Monday, refreshed and ready to be productive. After drinking wine with Freya on Friday night, then going out for another night of dancing on Saturday, I was determined to put everything to do with Jovan and Lirael behind me. When my phone rang midmorning and I saw it was Lirael’s PA, my pulse leaped, even as my stomach twisted.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Good morning, Zephyra. Are you available for a meeting with Mr. Wright?”

My mouth went dry, and I needed to clear my throat before I answered. “Yes, of course.”

“Come on up, then.”

I hung up, then stood, wiping my sweaty palms on my skirt. When the elevator deposited me on the top floor, I smiled at Samson, hoping my nerves weren’t showing on my face.

“He’s expecting you. You can go right in.” He nodded toward the office. When I knocked and heard his deep voice telling me to come in, butterflies took flight in my stomach. I entered and closed the door behind me, then quickly stepped away from it.