Chapter 71 Betrayed And Broken

Genevieve’s stilettos struck the marble floor with a quiet ferocity. Her phone vibrated in her palm for the third time. No name. Just the same terse message: Boardroom. Now. The silence behind those words sent a cold trickle down her spine. The glass walls of the executive floor shimmered like ice, and every step she took echoed down the corridor lined with award plaques and silver-trimmed portraits. Heads turned as she passed. Whispers swelled and died behind half-shut office doors. She adjusted the cuff of her ivory silk blouse, smoothing invisible wrinkles. The tension in the air tasted metallic.