The next day, Chloe's joint promotion-and-pregnancy celebration took over a rooftop ballroom in Manhattan. The whole affair was obscenely lavish, every face in the room worth a headline.
Victor stood off to the side with a jaw set like stone and waved his head of security over.
"Lock down every entrance and every elevator." His voice never rose above a murmur. "If Emma shows up to make a scene, break her legs and throw her out."
The security chief nodded once and disappeared back into the crowd.
Victor lingered beneath the chandelier with a glass of champagne in his hand. His gaze kept cutting through the sea of guests against his will, sweeping restlessly from corner to corner.
The grand entrance. The dessert table. The lounge. Not one of them held the figure in the white coat who al
