The heavy tropical rain had cleared by early morning, leaving the sprawling grounds of Solaria Bay coated in a slick,humid sheen. Inside the resort's glass-walled corporate executive suite, the atmosphere was colder and far more suffocating than the storm that had passed.
Jen Delos Santos stood at her desk outside Thomas's main office, her posture impeccably straight, her eyes fixed firmly on the illuminated monitor before her. She wore a tailored navy blouse and a pencil skirt, looking every bit the consummate professional. Yet beneath her polished exterior lay a wall of absolute, icy detachment. She had never worked for Thomas back in Boston; years ago, she had simply been a front-desk receptionist at the luxury Cebu hotel where he stayed, but today she held her ground as his Co-head wi
