DAPHNE’s POV

They didn’t even bother whispering quietly anymore. That was how I knew the knives were out.

The boardroom was already buzzing when I walked in.

Rows of men and women in sharp suits, their voices low, their eyes sharp. They didn’t see me as a colleague. They saw me as a gamble, one rumor away from collapse.

The projector hummed at the front of the room. My file, my file was supposed to be ready.

Polished slides, numbers tight, proof that I wasn’t just Zayne’s ex-wife or ...