I knew this was a dangerous game I was playing. By the time I reached the privacy of the east wing, my heart was hammering frantically against my ribs. CFO. It was the perfect cover. It was a suit of armor made of corporate bureaucracy and federal protections. Darian wasn’t just hiding me in plain sight, he was weaving me into the very fabric of his empire.
It was a collar.
But collars were a lot easier to take off than locks were to pick.
A sharp knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. “Enter,” I called out, smoothing out the front of my charcoal cashmere.
Margot swept inside, followed by two women I didn’t recognize. They weren’t rolling racks this time though. Instead, they carried garment bags, holding them as if they contained fragile glass. Margot’s expression was differen
