AUDREY
Liam Cross. The memory of him was one reason I wanted to flee from Phoenix.
How could I ever forget his eyes that stared affectionately at me that night? He—who still haunts my dreams at night because of guilt? Guilt that I led him to misery because of my mistake—his death, to be exact, however brutal that word was.
But perhaps fate wasn’t done with me yet. And just when I thought I had finally escaped, fate sent someone else to torture me.
I thought I was going to faint on the spot, looking at the face of my prospective boss, Gabriel Stark.
The symmetry of his face resembled Liam, only Mr. Stark was sophisticated and brisk, and right now, I was having second thoughts about working for him. I could call HR and tell them I wouldn’t be able to come anymore, but that would be
