Chapter 95

• Vanessa’s pov
• I barely registered the cold of the wind slapping through the agency’s backdoor as I was practically shoved into my black sedan by two hefty security guards. The engine started with a roar while I slammed the door shut, the leather crunching under my fingers. I sat there—heart pounding like it wanted to burst free of my chest—my body shaking. I couldn’t believe what just happened. “They fired me,” I realized. “Worse than that—they made me the villain.
• I took a deep breath and told the stunned driver, “Take me home. Now.” My voice was tight, brittle, but carrying the sharp edge of fury. He shot a sympathetic glance, but his eyes simmered with professional caution. The kind of look people give when they know they shouldn’t get involved but can't help caring.