Chapter 42
The bathroom at Larsen Enterprises was nothing like the sterile corporate restroom at Hawkins Industries. This one was elegant without being ostentatious—marble countertops, soft lighting, actual art on the walls. Even the soap smelled expensive, some combination of cedar and citrus that probably cost more per bottle than Ravyn's entire toiletry collection.
She locked herself in the furthest stall from the door, sitting on the closed toilet lid with Rhys's phone clutched in her hands. Her own phone was still confiscated, probably sitting in some security office at Hawkins Industries, or maybe her father had already had it destroyed out of spite. Either way, she was dependent on borrowed devices until she could get a replacement.
The phone's lock screen showed a picture that m
