The black luxury sedan sliced through the Manhattan streets wet with the remnants of the drizzle, speeding at a constant velocity toward the Upper West Side area. Inside the soundproof passenger cabin, a dense emotional tension still hung in the air.
Valera leaned against Garrick Valentino's broad chest, feeling the mature man's constant and soothing heartbeat, contrasting with the thunder of rage and relief currently battling inside her own chest.
Garrick did not bring Valera back to the office, nor to the main house where Clarissa was located. The thirty-eight-year-old man knew exactly what his little lioness needed right now, an absolute sanctuary, far from the reach of corporate espionage or suffocating family ties.
The car stopped smoothly in a private underground lobby of The Vesp
