The heavy velvet curtains of the luxury penthouse suite at the Shard were drawn wide, revealing a breathtaking, panoramic view of the London skyline.
Below, the Tower Bridge glowed like a string of golden pearls over the dark, reflecting waters of the River Thames. The steady patter of midnight rain against the glass created a soft, rhythmic sanctuary, miles away from the cutthroat politics of the Savoy ballroom.Chloe stood close to the glass, holding a crystal glass of sparkling water.
She had slipped out of her heavy crimson silk gown and into a soft, ivory cashmere robe that Julian had laid out for her. The diamond partner badge she had worn so proudly earlier sat on the marble vanity, catching the ambient light of the city."You're still wired from the summit," a deep, resonant voice
