~Narrator’s~

“You’re five minutes late. That’s five minutes I’ll never get back.”

Reo’s voice slices through the boardroom like a whip and no one dares breathe. His tone is unnerving and his suit is sharper. His eyes? Completely unreadable. Like the soul behind them has gone into sleep mode or worse—war mode.

He doesn’t sit or smile. He just stands at the head of the long conference table like a king commanding his doomed court.

Adele walks in behind him and she’s draped in a pale-blue designer dress that hugs her fake baby bump. Her heels click with the precision of someone who thinks the room belongs to her and...