Emma rushed toward Serena, concern etched all over her face.

“Ma’am Serena, breathe! Just take deep breaths,” she urged, carefully helping her up and leading her toward the chair behind her desk.

Serena let herself be guided, but her hands trembled as she sank into the chair.

Her mind was spinning—how had things escalated so fast? How had everything she worked so hard to build been reduced to rubble in a matter of minutes?

Emma quickly turned and grabbed a glass from the small water ...