The wave of nausea had hit me like a freight train, leaving me reeling and disoriented. By the time I got my bearings, I found myself in one of the plush lounges adjacent to the boardroom. Adrian was there, leaning against the doorframe, a mask of concern shadowing his striking features.

My cheeks flamed with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry," I began, but he held up a hand to silence me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft but commanding.

I took a moment, steadying my ...