Hailey’s POV
The morning air was crisp as I stepped out of the car in front of the organization’s building. The city streets gleamed under the early sunlight, but the beauty of the day did little to calm the anxiety thrumming through my chest. My fingers brushed the strap of my bag repeatedly, a nervous habit I didn’t even notice until Roy’s voice called out.
“Hailey, you okay?” he asked, walking beside me. His eyes scanned the street like he expected an ambush at any moment. I nodded, trying to appear composed, though my stomach twisted with unease.
“I’m fine,” I murmured. “Just… thinking about the meeting.”
Roy studied me, suspicion flickering across his face. “You sure? You’ve been quiet all the ride here.”
I forced a smile, shaking my head. “I’ll be fine. Let’s just get this over
