Riley's POVThe crystal chandelier above the dinner table seemed to pulse with each heartbeat, growing brighter and more menacing by the second. I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling my heart race like a trapped bird."Are you paying attention, Riley?" Brett's voice sounded distant, muffled.I tried to focus on the conversation around the table, but the words blurred together. We were at another business dinner, this time at the penthouse, and Brett's associates were discussing some merger while I sat beside him like an ornament."I asked you a question." Brett's tone was sharp now."I'm sorry, I" The words caught in my throat. The room felt like it was closing in, the walls pressing closer with each second."She looks pale," someone said."Is she drunk?" another voice asked, followed by laughter.I couldn't breathe. My chest was tight, my hands were tingling, and black spots danced at the edges of my vision."I need... I need..." I gasped, standing abruptly. The chair scraped a
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