AUTHORS POV

Tessa stepped out of her car, and thanked her chauffeur briefly for holding the door, her breath caught up in her throat at the sight of the glass tower looming above her.

It was only half past seven, but the city already busy with life and activities she was struggling to adjust to. She paused on the pavement, tugging at the collar of her coat against a gentle breeze, and glanced over her shoulder.

Nothing.

She shook her head and took a steadying breath. It was probably imagination. After the morning’s… events, her nerves were frayed.

She thought that by now all the troubles in her life would...