Sheena stood in front of the mirror in her apartment bedroom, tidying her hair and the simple cream-colored dress she was wearing. The dinner invitation from one of the well-known producers had come suddenly, but the language was professional. There was no reason for her to refuse.

“Strange, but maybe it really was last-minute,” she murmured as she picked up her bag.

She glanced at the watch on her wrist. There was still plenty of time. After making sure Ghani was already asleep and the babysitter had arrived early, Sheena left on her own for the hotel mentioned.

The hotel looked as magnificent as ever. The lights in the lobby...