AUTHORS POV

If there was any space Tessa felt so powerful for the first time in a long time, it was at genmark.

The boardroom at Genmark International gleamed in cool, modern tones—glass walls, neatly tiled floors, and a long gigantic table that reflected the morning light like water.

Tessa stood at the far end of the room, dressed in a crisp navy suit. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek waist length ponytail, her makeup subtle but sharp. She rocked her pepper red lipstick because it made her stand out and complete the fears lethal look she was going for that morning. She looked every inch the woman...