*Lena*

My mind raced, trying to process what I’d just heard. Eason? Endorsing our products? It didn’t make any sense. He had been adamant about not working with us, and now, out of the blue, he’d changed his mind?

Dread settled in the pit of my stomach. I knew Eason too well—this wasn’t a change of heart. This was something calculated, something much worse. And after the way he’d cornered me last night, I had a peculiar feeling that I was at ...