Michelle, Jordan’s assistant, welcomed Reyona with a smile.

Then, she gestured towards CEO Jordan’s office with a pleasant “He is waiting for you.”

Reyona nodded and followed her.

No one seeing her would believe she was having a thrumming headache that had refused to back down despite the aspirin she took before leaving.

She had been unable to make the toast, and she wished desperately that the queasiness she was feeling wouldn’t show.

Outwardly, Reyona was the epitome of confidence and professionalism.

She had on a power suit of a dark orange fitted blazer and contrast high-waist pants.

Her clothing was complimented by nude, pointy-toe heels and her Chanel bag...