Dami’s POV

My eyes widened as I stared at the laptop screen. My jaw literally dropped, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The office suddenly felt smaller, hotter like the walls were closing in on me.

My palms were slick with sweat as I scrolled through the email again, praying I was seeing wrong.

“This can’t be happening,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

Rhea stood beside me, her hands trembling. “I swear, Dami. I swear I don’t know how this happened,” she said quickly. ...