"Pull over."
Kai Torres stopped mid-sentence — quarterly projections dissolving into irrelevance — and the driver eased the Phantom to the curb without question.
Kai followed Declan's line of sight through the tinted glass.
And blinked.
Sloane Carter was crouched beside a public recycling bin in a hoodie and dark jeans, fishing a plastic water bottle out of the bushes
with gloved hands and dropping it into a canvas bag with the focused efficiency of a woman running numbers in her head.
She's collecting bottles.
Kai stared. Blinked again. Still Sloane. Still bottles.
He turned this over rapidly. The woman who had loudly implied an affair with the CEO of PIERCE Group to get herself fired — fired, so she'd be free — was now, hours later, collecting recyclables on a residential street
