The door to the new office clicked shut with a heavy, satisfying thud, and I was finally alone. I leaned my back against the wood, closing my eyes and forcing my breath to remain slow and controlled. I could still feel the phantom heat of Darian’s presence. He needed to think that I was “running the building,” and protecting his empire, but in the elevator, he’d looked at me with suspicion.
I opened my eyes and surveyed the room. It was glass, chrome, and expensive leather. It was the corporate equivalent of a high-security cell. I knew Marcus was likely stationed just down the hall, and Cynthia was probably already monitoring my logins.
I sat down at the mahogany desk and pulled the slim laptop towards me. My hands were steady now, fueled by the cold clarity of a woman who had seen th
