Genesis adjusted her long white coat firmly around her chest as they drove out of the estate. On her lap sat a sleek black lunch box, simple yet elegant, holding what was left of the meal she had prepared with such care. Though it wasn't much, her heart wanted him to taste it.

Knight had been buried in work lately, locked away in that glass tower of his. Maybe this small gesture, something human, something warm would remind him that she was still here beyond the cold walls of business and control.

Lionel glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “Heading straight to the company, ma’am?”

“Yes,” Genesis replied softly,...