Mackenzie was frozen still from that voice. It was still ringing in her head. Its warm texture, its masculine timbre. Its confident accent that could only belong to one person. And she was strongly hoping, that she was wrong.

The projector went off all of a sudden, leaving the room pitch dark.

Her heart stopped. In the next split second, the lights came on, fully illuminating the person in front of her. Her eyes focused on the figure of the CEO, with her stomach twisting in dread.

Chase Axford.

It was unmistakable. Those sea blue eyes gazed at her with the intensity of stormy oceans. His jet black hair was...