Elena’s POV

Blackthorne Holdings rose against the skyline like something that had been designed to intimidate.

Glass and pale stone. Clean lines. The kind of building that made expensive suits look ordinary.

I stood on the sidewalk for half a second, still slightly breathless from the cab, the remains of breakfast still in my hand, and felt every inch of my rushed morning settle into my skin.

I adjusted the bag on my good shoulder, squared what I could of my posture, and walked into the lobby.

It was elegant in a way that made me feel immediately underdressed despite the navy blouse and tailored trousers. People moved with purpose....