Chapter 43

• Wane went on berating her for what felt like an eternity, his voice relentless and his accusations sharp. Sienna stood there, numb, taking it all because there was nothing else, she could do. Words like “reckless,” “irresponsible,” and “incompetent” were hurled at her, and all she could do was grip the edge of the table to keep herself from crumbling.
• An hour had passed before she was finally excused. Her legs felt like lead as she followed Rose, Della, and HR out of the room, their footsteps echoing ominously in the silence. She cast one last, fleeting glance at Kaemon, but he didn’t look back. His face was a blank slate, and that silence stung more than Wane’s harshest words.
• From that moment on, everything spiraled out of control. As the company scrambled to contain the fallout, it was like the entire office turned against her. Evidence after damning evidence seemed to materialize out of thin air, each one somehow pointing directly at her. The designs leaked from her email, the tour dates traced back to her login, and every shred of information she didn’t even know existed suddenly became her responsibility.