Later That Night Sophie was lying in her silk robe on the bed, her hair damp from a shower, a single glass of wine on the table beside her. Alexander entered the room holding two sealed envelopes.

“Last-minute intel,” he said. “Two of the Geneva press members we approved have financial ties to Ethan’s firm.”

Sophie sighed. “So we disinvite them.”

He raised a brow. “Without raising suspicion?”

“Send them a fabricated cancellation notice. Health alert. We’ll leak it after Geneva.”

Alexander dropped the envelopes on the dresser and walked to her. “You’re ruthless.”

“You sound surprised.” He sat beside her. “No. I’m impressed.”Their eyes locked.

Then lingered. “Are you...