Sia's POV

Sia stood by the glass windows of Chandler Enterprises, still reeling from the press conference earlier. The way Mrs. Nana Chandler had leaned in, whispered in her ear, “We’ll be seeing each other soon,” had left her unsettled. What could that possibly mean? Was it a threat, a warning, or something else?

She tried to piece it together, but her thoughts were like shattered glass, impossible to piece back. “Focus,” she muttered to herself, glancing at her reflection in the window. Today was her first day at Chandler Enterprises, and she couldn’t afford to make any mistakes, especially with all the eyes that would be on her. Rowan...