Liana’s POV

The boardroom feels like a courtroom. Even the glass walls can’t hide the weight pressing down on the twenty-seventh floor of Z-Core Tower.

The city sprawls below, a glittering network of lights and consequence, and I’m sitting at the center of it where judgment is about to fall.

The long mahogany table gleams under the recessed lights, surrounded by faces that used to smile at me during champagne launches and quarterly wins. Now they stare as if I’m a contagion that might ...