Liana's Pov
The conference room door clicked shut behind Andrea like the last slam of a gavel. Her words haunted my thoughts, like a nightmare I wasn't yet far enough awake from:
If I were you,I would be wondering why someone would want to hurt me. Not who.
I sat frozen in the sleek, glass-enclosed office, heart thudding in my ears. My fingers clenched the tablet still in my lap, the one with Jonathan's report. The payment. The non-existent company. The call records. The new curiosity about my activities.
All of this had nothing to do with office gossip. Not even professional jealousy anymore.
This was designed. Thought out and very personal.
I stood up slowly, making my way down the corridor as if I were wading through water. My heels clicked softly against the marble, soundproofe
