Chapter 32

Sana Khoury held the office phone with both hands, her knuckles pale. She glanced toward Tariq Mansour, who sat behind the sprawling mahogany desk of the CEO's office. He offered a slight, dismissive nod, his expression unreadable. Sana took a shallow breath and pressed the receiver back to her ear, her thumb hovering over the speaker button for a moment before she tightened her grip. "Our CEO asked you to get lost," Sana said. Her voice, usually soft and yielding, carried a crystalline coldness...