Anya’s POV
I slipped back into my tiny office and let myself fall into the chair, my heart still beating too fast. My palms were damp, and I wiped them on my skirt while trying to breathe normally. I barely had time to gather my thoughts when the office phone rang sharply, the sound slicing right through my nerves.
I grabbed the receiver.
“Hello?”
Orion’s voice came through, cold and sharp like ice pressed against skin.
“Compile the financial data for your father’s company for the last fifteen years and bring it to my desk within the next hour.”
I froze. “W-what? Fifteen years? Sir, that’s—”
But the line clicked.
He had already hung up.
I stared at the phone like it had personally betrayed me. My mouth hung open. Fifteen years? In one hour? What was I supposed to do—summon a mirac
