The next three days breezed by in the blink of an eye.
Mirena barely felt them pass.
Between meetings, phone calls, late-night research, and the quiet, ever-present pressure of Michael Richardson’s request looming over her head, time seemed to fold in on itself.
One moment it was morning, the next it was evening, and before she could properly breathe, the day of the auction arrived.
Now, she sat in the back of the car Alexander had sent, currently driving towards whatever boutique he was waiting for her at.
However, her attention wasn't on the road, but rather on her phone, on the message she'd received less than a minute ago.
A message from Eleanor.
[Call me when you get the chance.]
That was all it said, yet, it was more than enough to make Mirena’s fingers tigh
