Nyssa POV
I sat at my desk, staring at the blinking cursor on the computer screen, but my mind wasn't on the upcoming campaign or the models I needed to prepare. No, it was on Ember and the mess I'd dragged her into. My stomach twisted with guilt—something I wasn't accustomed to feeling.
I shouldn't have sent her to him. I knew better, and yet I did it. It was supposed to be a quick fix, an easy way to keep things moving, but I knew the damage it had done. Ember was tough, but not invincible. The way her face had crumpled when she knew I'd suggested it… I didn't let myself think about it at the time, but now it hit me.
I sighed, leaning back in my chair, feeling the weight of my own decisions press down. This wasn't just about business anymore. There was more at play, a game with players who didn't care who they crushed in the process. I opened my laptop and pulled up a familiar name—Aurora Steele.
