Jane.

“Bend over the documents, Hadley.”

Vincent had already said it. I still stood there with my pulse in my throat and Ellis’s hand at my waist like the chair had never existed. The folder sat in the middle of the table, cream and closed, my name somewhere inside it next to a word that was supposed to mean money.

“Now,” Vincent said. “Hands flat. Do not knock the water.”

I bent. The wood was cool through my dress. My palms landed on either side of the folder. Ellis gathered my hair and held it out of my way, not gentle, not cruel, just sure. Vincent stepped in behind me...