(Yvette POV)
The morning light slipped through the sheer curtains, pale and unassuming, as if it had no idea what kind of day it was about to witness.
I sat at the small dining table in my apartment, a cup of coffee cooling untouched beside me, my tablet resting in my hands. The screen glowed softly, displaying a lineup of business headlines that had clearly been curated for maximum effect.
"Temporary Leadership and Long-Term Decisions: Is Hamilton Group at a Crossroads?"
"Sources Say Acting CEO Plans to Step Down—What This Means for Investors."
"One Year at the Helm: Success or Strategic Pause?"
I scrolled slowly, my expression calm, though my fingers had gone slightly numb.
None of the articles were outright hostile. That was the clever part. Each sentence was wrapped in professional neutrality, each question phrased as reasonable concern rather than accusation.
Yet the implication was unmistakable.
You are leaving.
Therefore, you were never meant to stay.
