Eileen’s POV

Late afternoon sunlight stretched across the glass walls of the Hudson Yards apartment.

I sat cross-legged on the sofa, scrolling through my phone.My eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

“So… dinner at Gramercy Tavern.”

I had just gotten the information from a small piece of gossip circulating through the city’s elite chat groups. Apparently, Adrian was hosting an important business dinner tonight.

A slow smile appeared on my lips.

I grabbed my bag and stood up.

A few minutes later, I dialed a number.The call connected quickly.

“Hello, Miss Evans,” Zane answered politely.

“Zane,” I said sweetly, “I need a favor.”

“What is it?”

“I accidentally took something that belongs to...