Zander
The moment Sarah stepped back into her office, I knew something was wrong.
She wasn’t carrying her coffee anymore.
Instead, she was carrying the expression she always wore whenever she had bad news and was trying to figure out the least painful way to tell me.
I had learned over the years that Sarah wasn’t someone who panicked easily. She had seen million-dollar deals collapse, lawsuits threaten the company, and more than one disgruntled executive storm out of this building. Somehow, she always managed to stay calm.
Seeing her look uneasy made the knot in my stomach tighten.
“What happened?” I asked.
Sarah quietly shut my office door before answering.
“I just got a call from Michael.”
I immediately thought of Gina.
“What about her?”
“She’s fine.”
I let out a slow breath.
