SIENNA POV

“You’re fired.”

The moment Luther said it, the lobby changed texture. The air got thick—heavy like the moment before lightning hits the ground. Nigel froze, completely still, like even blinking would somehow make things worse.

People didn’t even pretend not to stare anymore. Phones were fully out now, tilted at discreet angles. A girl in a pink blazer whispered, “Oh my God, record this,” to her friend, who already was.

Nigel’s breath hitched.

His lips ...