Sasha burst out of the restroom, heart hammering so loud she could barely hear the sound of her own heels striking the marble floor.
Ava's voice echoed faintly from the meeting room, "Sasha? Are you alr—"
But Sasha was already gone, phone pressed to her ear.
"I'm not feeling good," she said quickly, breath uneven. "Get the car ready. Now."
"Wait, what—"
"Just do it, Ava!"
The line went dead.
By the time she reached the lobby, her expression was composed enough for the cameras waiting outside. But her skin was pale, her pupils wide.
The sliding doors opened, and chaos hit instantly.
Flashes. Microphones. Voices.
"Miss Rodriguez, are the rumors about your new project true?"
"Is it true you had an argument with the CEO?"
"Sasha, look here! Just one photo—"
Something inside her snapped.
"Get lost!" she shouted, her voice sharp as glass. "Stop disturbing me!"
The words sliced through the crowd.
