Together, they crossed the parking area and approached the main entrance.A broad-shouldered security officer stationed beside the glass doors noticed them almost immediately. His professional expression changed slightly as his eyes settled on Serena.“Ms. Serena DiLaurentis?”She slowed. “Yes.”The officer immediately stepped forward and opened the door.“The executives are expecting you upstairs, ma’am. The interview will be held in the main conference room. I’ll take you there.”Serena and Lisa exchanged a look.Lisa discreetly turned her wrist enough to check the time.Her brows rose because they were almost an hour early.She looked at Serena again, and this time Serena clearly understood what had surprised her.The executives were already waiting?Neither woman said anything as they followed the security officer into the lobby.The interior of TrustMed’s headquarters did little to make Serena feel more relaxed. There was none of the disorder she would have expected from a newly

Serena placed both hands against the roof of the Audi and lowered her head, trying to steady herself.“Something is wrong with me, Lisa,” she said quietly. “I thought I was only seeing things, but now I’m hearing them too. Things that aren’t there.”Lisa stepped closer. “What exactly did you see?”Serena slowly raised her head. The swelling around her eyes was more noticeable now, and tears had already begun gathering along them.“I need to see someone.”“Boss…”“A doctor, a psychiatrist... I don’t know.” Serena quickly wiped beneath one eye before the tear could fall. “The doctor at the hospital said I was fine after the accident, but I can feel that I’m not. Something is wrong inside my head.”Lisa released a slow breath before reminding her, “The doctor also told you to rest for the rest of the week. If we had listened properly, I should have come here alone today.”Serena looked towards her.“You ha

Inside a private lounge at West Crest Restaurant in the West District, billionaire George Foster sat across a small table from Old Mr. Carrington, who quietly drank a glass of liquor while listening to one side of a phone conversation.“…which must be made possible. Decide on something before the day runs out,” George said firmly into the phone. “We have to bring Ms. DiLaurentis back for another interview, or we take the interview to her if that’s what it comes to.”He listened for several seconds before his expression tightened.“The Boss might not be around right now, but that doesn’t mean we disappoint him. Are we suddenly incapable of carrying out an instruction because he isn’t standing over our shoulders?”Another response came from the other end, prompting George to shake his head.“The Boss’s trip is private, and even I don’t know where he went. What I do know is that he gave us objectives before leaving, and those objectives must