AMIRA’S POV
After an unexpectedly heartwarming lunch with my sister-in-law, filled with laughter, I found myself making my way back to the company building with a sense of mild panic bubbling beneath the surface. I glanced at my phone as I crossed the parking lot and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the time—I was already seven minutes late. Seven whole minutes. That might not mean much to most people, but when you’re working in a company led by Logan Morningstar, being late—especially for something as important as a meeting—felt like an unforgivable sin. Gregory had told me earlier that I would be going in first, along with Cillian, one of the new employees, and that only added to my nervousness. I hated being late, not just because it was unprofessional, but because I didn't want to g
