CORRIE

The elevator was quiet, and all I could think about was how rich Emmette actually was. Yes, he’s a billionaire, but I hadn’t truly registered how powerful he was until we stepped into Emerald Palace. Now I understood why Kennedy had his eyes on him.

But it was strange. After my memory loss, I had never really come here. I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of Emery.

I stood awkwardly, my feet slightly apart, my gaze fixed on the elevator floor. Then it drifted—first to Emmette’s shoes, then slowly upward. His suit was perfectly tailored, still sharp in a way that made him look untouchable. My eyes lingered on...