AUTHORS POV

The return to the office after lunch was a slow, dragging affair. The sun beat down on the building, the air was sticky, and the workers moved with a sluggishness that mirrored Tessa’s heavy steps as they made a beeline for their respective duty post.

Shortly after Jamie leaves for his desk, Tessa and Camila had barely settled at their desks when a sharp knock sounded on the glass door of their section.

It was Andrew, one of Don Pedro’s personal messengers, standing stiffly with a small notepad in his hand.

“Camila,” he said, his voice very formal. “The boss wants to see you. Right away.”

Camila, who...