Sienna’s POV
After that circus of a morning meeting, I finally made it up to my office on the 8th floor. The second I closed the door behind me, I exhaled, yanked my heels off, and slid into my seat like it was a long-lost lover. There was no time to breathe though—Mayor greasy-hands-and-god-knows-what-else was our client, and my gut was screaming that something about him just wasn’t right.
And I trust my gut. She’s a shady-bullshit bloodhound.
I buzzed Trevor.
Thirty seconds later, my ever-enthusiastic extern was standing in front of me—bright-eyed, glasses slightly crooked, his Northwestern alumni lanyard still proudly bouncing off his button-up.
“Have a seat, Trevor. We’re diving in.”
He nodded like a soldier going to war. The kid’s only 21, but when it comes to numbers and financ
