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I step back, taking my coffee with me, and leave the kitchen without looking back.

Because she’s already exactly where I want her.

The game has gone on for too long. She needs to find out.

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SASHA

The email landsin my inbox like a bomb.

Subject: Staff Meeting with the CEO – Mandatory Attendance

Time: 4:00 PM

Location: Executive Conference Room, Top Floor

I stare at it.

Then I stare some more.

Because clearly, I’m hallucinating.

There is no logical reason for me to be invited to a meeting with Damien Zaitsev.

The CEO.

The man who runs this entire building, who probably makes more money in a week than I’ll see in my lifetime, and who also may or may not be holding a grudge against me.

I squint at the email, wondering if it’s some kind of prank.

Brittany must be screwing with me. She’s probably behind her desk snickering, waiting for me to freak out and embarrass myself.

But just in case, I swivel my chair toward my supervisor’s desk.

“Hey, Mark?”

Mark doesn’t even look up from his screen. “Hmm?”

I wave a hand toward my monitor. “I just got an email saying I have a meeting with the CEO. That’s…not real, right?”

Mark glances up briefly, then shrugs. “No, it’s real. He’s pulling a few employees from every department for some kind of engagement initiative.”

I blink.

Engagement? Initiative?

I am not engaged with anything in this company except my paycheck and how fast I can leave at the end of the day.

“What did I do?” I blurt out, half-panicking.

Mark finally looks at me. “What?”

“What did I do?” I repeat. “Is this about the corrupted slideshow file? Because I swear that wasn’t my fault.”

Mark sighs, rubbing his temples like I’m giving him a headache. “Sasha. Calm down. It’s just a meeting.”

Right. Just a meeting.

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