Sienna POV

The slap didn’t just sting—it rang.

My cheek burned, hot and pulsing, like Piper’s palm had left a whole handprint carved into my skin. I stumbled back a step, breathing hard, fingers reaching instinctively for my face as my ears filled with the sharp inhale of everyone in the lobby.

The receptionist gasped first.

Her eyes widened, her hand flying over her mouth like she had just witnessed a murder instead of workplace drama.

Piper’s reaction was slower. She tilted her ...