CHAPTER 40: MORE NEWS

KATIE’S POV

As I walked through the revolving doors, feeling lightheaded, I was at least glad I wasn't walking like a ghost. In the end, I managed to get a little sleep.

Counting sheep did work to calm down my nerves, but it was broken up by a nightmare that only lasted for a little while, so I didn't remember it much, but it was scary while it lasted. I didn't get much sleep after that, and before long, it was morning.

I could feel their gazes trying to penetrate my skin, making me wonder if they knew about Maverick.

Yes, it is highly possible because, after all, this was his company.

Ignoring their hushed whispers and skin-tearing glances, I ascended the stairs, my shoulders held high.

For one thing, I refused to let them believe or think I was the murderer.

I sat by my table, picking up the microphone for the intercom.

"Good morning," I started, a part of me glad that my voice was stable. "I am sad to bring to your notice the death of the company's CEO, Maverick Griffin, my husba