Flora's POV

I walk back into my small office, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it for a moment. My mind is racing with everything Mr. Rivera said. My hands tremble slightly as I press them against the desk, trying to steady myself.

Senator Jones.

Stanley’s friend.

Why would he want to help me? Why would he offer me a job one that seems too convenient, too calculated?

I exhale sharply, running a hand through my hair. The more I think about it, the more it feels like Stanley is involved in something far shadier than I ever imagined. Or maybe he isn’t, and he’s just surrounded by...