Ruby’s POV

I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all.

The dream clung to me, strange, and far too real. I could still see her face. The girl from the office. The ring in her hand. The way she mouthed “Help.”

But morning light had already flooded my room, and I didn’t have the luxury of sitting around wondering if it had meant something. Work was waiting. And more than that, the answers I needed.

The day before, I had backed Oscar, one of our mid-level financial managers, into a ...