Tina struggled against the grip of the security guards as they dragged her towards the exit. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into their arms, her breaths heavy and erratic.
"Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am?!" she screeched, her voice laced with desperation.
But no one paid her any attention. The weight of humiliation crushed her as dozens of eyes bore into her, witnessing her downfall. Just yesterday, she was the proud and envied Tina Knight, a rising star who had everyone wrapped around her finger. Today, she was nothing but a fraud exposed in the ugliest way possible.
As she struggled, a sleek black car pulled up outside the company entrance. The moment the door opened, Tina froze.
Noah Anderson stepped out.
Her breath hitched as she watched him walk toward her, his steps slow, deliberate, and commanding. He was dressed in a tailored dark suit, his expression unreadable, but his presence alone sent a shiver down her spine.
