The digital clock on Nadia’s monitor flickered to 6:30 PM. 

Her vision was slightly blurred from six hours of dissecting the Stinson merger, but above all else, shewas grateful that the liability clauses were finally summarized. 

She grabbed her bag, smoothed her skirt, and stepped out into the quieted hallway. Most of thebullpen had cleared out, leaving only the low sounds of the nighttime air filtration system.

She hurried toward the elevators, her heels tapping rapidly against the floor. As she passed the doors of the executive suite, she caught a glimpse of Alpha Conrad. 

He was standing by his desk, a phone pressed to his ear, his brow furrowed...