across the homepage of "The Sterling Scoop," P

RAPHINA VANCE BRAVELY RESCUES BAXT

eviewing quarterly marketing reports, when the lin

ight place at the right time. There were artfully shot photos of her outside the hospital, looking pale and worried, her hand delicately pressed

praise. "A true angel!" "They are perfect for e

a's performance was flawless. She

MG, Avery, did you see this? I can't

e reply. "I'm fine, Isla

ondered if her anonymous tip to the hotel had changed too much. But it had only delayed the inevitable; Seraphina had simpl

colleagues had faded, replaced by a grudging respect. The Harding heiress wasn't just a pretty face. She was sharp, insightful, a

in the doorway of her cubicle, a fil

cubicle. He didn't look like a CEO addressing

ou, but given the names involved, I wanted your personal take before HR

top made Avery's

hina

Public Relations Director for the Har

volunteer work in underprivileged communities, glowing references from the city'

r could be... a strategic move. A way to smooth things over with the Baxters.

's life. She could picture her, walking these halls, her false smile a

a reaction. Perhaps an emotional o

did ne

red pen on her desk. She didn't just s

d cool, "I'd flag this as a massive conflict of interes

wrote a single, sharp note in t

on right now?" Avery looked up at him. "She's not looking for a job, Caleb. She's

her, impressed by the lack of emotion in her analysis. She wasn

nal risks outweigh any 'strategic' benefit of playing nic

reen. But she could no longer focus on the number

ightmare for the first

her past life weren't just a memory anymore; t

his time, she wasn't alone. Seraphina was there, dressed in a

ing with false sympathy. "Look at you. You have nothing.

old sweat. The dream-words echoed in the silent roo

ked to the window, staring

st the beginning. A

is time, Seraphina Vance would