I was halfway through my second cup when the elevator dinged.
I expected Damian. Instead, a woman stepped out. She was young, maybe mid-twenties, with bright red hair and a clipboard pressed to her chest like a shield. She looked around the penthouse with wide eyes, like she'd just walked into a museum.
"Oh my God," she whispered. Then she saw me. "Oh! Hi. You must be Grace."
I set my mug down slowly. "And you are?"
"Piper. I'm Mr. Cross's assistant. From the office." She smiled, a little too bright for this early in the morning. "He forgot some files here—well, not here, but at his place. He asked me to pick them up and bring them to headquarters."
I raised an eyebrow. "You came all the way here for files?"
"He said they were important." She shrugged. "When your boss is Damian Cross
