Carina's pov.

I'm sitting in the headquarters building of one of the top magazines in the fashion industry, and I'm told that Amara's office is right above mine. It has a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, and I can look down here and see the cars and pedestrians coming and going downtown.

It's a conference room, and across from me sits Olivia and a couple of other senior editors who are here today to talk about the two messages from the call.

"Let's talk first." The editors, led by Olivia, look at me: "Do you accept the cover?"

In fact, there was no such link at all. The fact that...