ROOSEVELT’S POV

"I am telling you, Rose, it was like a scene out of a mafia movie," Nixie whispered anxiously, pacing across the carpet of my office. Her hands waved in the air as she described what she had just seen.

"Nixie, please, you're making me dizzy," I sighed, rubbing my temples and glancing down at the huge stack of blueprints on my desk. "I have three hotel contracts to finalize before three o'clock. I can't deal with conspiracy theories right now."

"It’s not a conspiracy theory, I saw her with my own eyes!" Nixie countered, marching up to my desk and leaning over the desk. Her eyes were wide...