Amelia’s POVRowan stood beside me, his jaw tight. "We’ll go," he said firmly. Then he turned to me. "Come on, Amelia."I hesitated, staring down at my hands. "Do I even have a choice?"He didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes said everything.When I finally walked out of my office, I felt unsteady, my knees weak. Rowan placed a firm, grounding hand at the small of my back. Normally I would’ve pushed him away, but right now the gesture steadied me. Despite everything between us, his touch felt like a silent promise: ‘I got your back.’As we entered the boardroom, the air was already thick with tension. The directors sat in a semi-circle, papers in front of them, eyes sharp and expectant. VP Pembroke, always the picture of corporate authority, sat at the center with his fingers interlocked."Ms. Hartwell," he said as soon as I stepped inside. "Mr. Lancaster. Please, take a seat."I sat down across from them, feeling every gaze like a weight. Rowan took the chair beside me, but he d
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