Liam's POV
"Mr. Sterling, come quick!" Stella's panicked voice cut through my office like a knife.
I sprinted out, heart hammering against my ribs. "What happened?"
"It's Hazel. She—she's passed out at her desk. I can't wake her!"
My blood turned to ice. In three long strides, I reached Hazel's desk. She was slumped over, her face resting on her keyboard, dark hair spilling across papers.
"Hazel!" I touched her shoulder, then her face. Her skin was warm, her breathing steady. Relief washed through me, but anxiety quickly followed. "What happened to her?"
Margaret from HR stepped forward, wringing her hands. "I may have given her something too strong. It was just herbal tea with valerian root to help her rest. Poor thing looked ready to collapse."
"Valerian?" I snapped. "That's practically a sedative!"
"She hasn't slept in days," Stella interjected. "We've all noticed. She's been running on coffee and stubbornness."
