Lisa paced the length of her office, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a ticking clock, loud, sharp, restless.
She had barely slept. She had bags under her eyes and her skin pale.
Her inbox was flooded with articles twisting her story again, headlines screaming lies about her love life, her leadership, her character. The jewelry line she worked her blood into was now at the center of a media circus.
But this time, it wasn’t Tony who launched the attack.
It was someone else. Someone smarter. But who?
Lisa frowned, her fingers brushing against the cold glass of the office window as she stared down at the city.
Her phone buzzed.
Liam.
But she hesitated to answer.
After the last board meeting, he had become distant. Cold. A wall she could not get past. She knew Tony had
