TATIANA‘s POV

A FEW DAYS BEFORE CELESTE DISAPPEARED

Loyalty doesn’t save you.

It just gives the people above you a prettier excuse to use when they bury you.

That thought ran through my head as I walked through the revolving doors of Chase PR, my heels clicking too loud on the marble floor. Every eye that turned toward me felt like a knife.

Something was wrong.

I could feel the air was too quiet, too thick, the kind of silence that waits for blood.

Marlow, Charles’s man, was waiting by ...