“Gavin, can you at least tell me what you’re planning?”
She wanted to hear his plan before she agreed to anything.
But Gavin just said, “Just trust me. Say yes and leave everything else to me. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
Then the line went dead.
“But, Gavin, hello?” Catherine stared at her phone, frowning, her dark eyes fixed on the call screen that had just gone black.
Forget it. She’d deal with whatever came next. Right now, surviving this whole mole situation was all that mattered.
The company group chat was silent all day. Not even the usual work talk popped up.
No surprise, since Catherine—the so-called “mole”—was still in the group.
Letty sent her a string of messages, keeping her updated on what Lance was doing.
[The exec assistant tried to defend you when she reported to Lance, but he just snapped at her.]
[Six years with Lance, and he thinks you’d betray him? I don’t buy it, but apparently he does.]
[Adelina just showed up and cried to Lance. He said he’d make things right for The Green Group. HR just got called in. Is he about to fire you?]
Every new message made Catherine’s chest tighten.
Even if she was on her way out, she couldn’t stop caring about every move Lance made.
Trying to ignore her feelings, she still couldn’t accept how easily he distrusted her, both as his assistant and as someone who’d been by his side for years.
Late that night, Aaron messaged her. He told her to come to the office at ten the next morning.
She tried to sleep but just lay there, wide awake, her thoughts a blur.
***
The next morning at ten, Catherine walked into the top-floor conference room at SilverLeaf Industries.
The whole company was watching this mess. The board cared about one thing—the company’s reputation and bottom line.
When she stepped inside, the place was packed.
Every eye in the room landed on her the second she came in.
Lance sat at the head of the table, with Adelina on his right—she was here today on behalf of The Green Group.
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