Chapter 20

As I stepped off the elevator onto the executive floor, a wave of whispers and significant glances greeted me. A group of junior assistants

huddled near the coffee station, their voices carrying just enough for my enhanced wolf hearing to pick up.

“…came in together this morning…”

“…looking at her like she hung the moon…”

….heard his father’s already approved the match…”

My stomach clenched into a tight knot. Don’t react. Don’t give these vultures the satisfaction of seeing you bleed.

I kept my expression carefully neutral as I poured myself a cup of coffee, though my hand shook slightly, betraying my inner turmoil. The burning liquid splashed onto my fingers, but I welcomed the pain-a distraction from the jagged edges tearing at my heart.