Luna paced across the hotel room, her sneakers squeaking on the floor. Luke leaned against the window frame, his eyes fixed intently on her as he watched with concern. "Try to calm down," he said softly.
But Luna couldn't shake off the feeling of distress that weighed heavily on her. George's text arrived promptly at 11 AM; "A representative of mine will arrive at 2 PM with the documents. Be ready."
Luna checked her watch for the umpteenth time. 1:56 PM. What was she doing?! Waiting anxiously for George's representative to arrive, so she can just surrender the business she struggled to build to a man who almost ruined her?! The thought sent a wave of nausea over her.
How could she trust George's words? He'd proven time and time again that he would stop at nothing to destroy her. And y
