The building was emptying out. Past nine on a Friday, and the 42nd floor of Voss Tower was already dark except for the amber glow spilling from Elias Voss’s corner office.

I was still at my desk. Day three as his executive assistant, racing to finish the merger deck he’d requested “before you leave, preferably tonight.” My eyes burned. My shoulders ached. But I’d almost proven I could handle this job.

I hit send at 9:17 p.m., grabbed my coat and bag, and practically ran for the private elevator before he could find something else that needed doing.

The doors slid open with a soft chime.

He was already inside....