Natasha drummed her fingers against the steering wheel, the bassline of her favourite song thrumming through the car speakers.

The expansion proposal Carlos had dropped on her desk earlier had been a headache wrapped in a time bomb, but she’d nailed it.

Well, mostly.

It was enough that her head didn’t feel like it would explode, though her body hummed with exhaustion.

The glow of a new club caught her eye as she passed by.

Its neon lights cast rippling hues of purple, blue, and green against the pavement. "Annabelle needs this," she muttered, a sly grin tugging at her lips.

She could already see Annabelle’s hesitant expression, the subtle...