Liana's POV
I went to his penthouse on Friday evening.
Not because the five days were pressing less heavily, they weren't. Four days left and the independent review was moving and Graham was rattled. All of that was still running. All of that still mattered.
But somewhere between his kitchen visit last night and waking up this morning with his voice still echoing warmly in my ear, I'd made a decision.
If I was going to survive this, and I was going to survive this, I was also going to let myself live in it.
Just for one evening.
Just tonight.
The building was in Mayfair. Of course it was. I stood on the pavement outside it for a moment longer than necessary, looking up at the kind of architecture of the building. Dark glass and clean lines and a doorman who nodded at me with the pra
