Chapter 4

Sloane’s pov

The emergency call came while I still stood in the hallway with the keys in my hand. Vendor cancellation. Half the printed materials for the showcase had been damaged in transit. Someone needed to stay and rebuild the programs, name cards, and run-of-show packets before morning. The message named both of us.

Rina answered my text with two words.

On my way.

She returned twenty minutes later carrying a second coffee and a look that said she already knew the night would not end cleanly. We unlocked the private office again. The narrow room felt even tighter under the weight of the new deadline. Stacks of...