Castan

t the hell has gotten into you? This is insane! Are you really going to throw away

y lips. "You mean your future, Brandon. The one yo

face. He quickly composed himself, though, his jaw clenching. "What are you talk

as a wild beast, clawing its way out. "Don't you dare pretend this is for anyone

air between us crackled with unspoken accusations, with truths that were only just beginni

alm? You want me to calmly sign away my career, my identity, so

His feigned concern vanished, replaced by a defensive scowl. "Cayla? What does Cay

rate restructuring is happening," I countered, my eyes burning into his. "My mentee, wh

u're imagining things. It's workplace gossip, nothing more." His

e been carefully hiding? The truth that you and Cayla, with her uncle's help, orchestrated t

know what kind of fantasy you've cooked up, Clara, but it's ridiculous. I'm trying

how wild they are. Because I' m not going anywhere, Brandon. Not f

hat' s it? You' re going to sabotage me? You' r

cted him, my voice firm. "Something I s

ve, of concern, was gone. All that remained was raw, ugly resentment. "Fine. If that's how

id, a slow, chilling smile spreading a

ling hallway of AeroCorp, the familiar hum of activity felt different. It was no longer a place of quiet devotion to my work, a place where I dreamed of share