ELORA

“Yup. Black Mercedes. Delivered before sunrise. The security guy gave me the keys and said it was from Grayson Motors.”

“Ethan?”

I laughed. “Why would he? He would not go such lengths to prove his stance. My problem is that I haven’t even been promoted yet, I don’t even know how to explain this to people at work.”

Gemma’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Whoever is doing this is not just spoiling you, El. He’s branding you. Feels like he’s trying to send a message. But who is this person? Any ideas?”

I froze for a second.

“I don’t Gem. Sorry, I have to go,” I said quickly. “I’ll...