Then continuously.
I glanced at the screen.
Thirty-seven missed calls.
Twenty-three messages.
Most were from numbers I didn’t recognize.
Then one message caught my attention.
Daniel: Please tell me you didn’t just leave the aircraft.
Daniel was Aaron’s chief financial officer.
And, for the last six months, he had been one of the few people inside Prescott Technologies who still treated me with genuine respect.
I typed:
Me: I did.
The response came almost immediately.
Daniel: Alyssa, we need to talk. Now.
I stared at the message.
My thumb hovered over the screen.
Then another message appeared.
Daniel: There is something you need to know about Jasmine.
My heart stopped.
I read it twice.
Then a third time.
Jasmine.
I had known something was wrong with that woman from the moment Aaron hired her.
Not because she flirted with him.
That alone wasn’t enough.
It was the way she watched me.
Always smiling.
Always polite.
Always careful.
But never once looking at me like a subordinate looked at the CEO’s wife.
She looked at me like someone waiting for me to disappear.
I typed:
