I sat in a cab bound for the airport, watching the scenery outside blur as it streamed backward past the window.
The glass showed a clear reflection of my calm, unshaken face.
I'd crushed that old SIM card under my heel long ago and tossed the pieces down a sewer drain.
Right there at the airport, I activated a brand new one.
I sent a single text to Serena.
Emma: I've arrived.
After that, I poured every ounce of my focus into the huge, high-value deal I was about to close.
Whether James lived or died? I didn't care anymore.
Back at the villa, James was humming a little tune as he pushed open the front door.
He clutched a squirming, live fish in his hand.
He'd woken up at the c***k of dawn, waited in line at the wet market just to buy it, all to win me over.
"Emma, I'm home!" he
