Elara's POV
"Ms. Vale's assistant confirmed," Ivy said. "Nine o'clock. She'll have two people with her."
"She comes in alone."
Ivy didn't blink. "I'll handle it."
She set the morning brief on my desk and left without another word. I picked up my coffee and looked out at the city. Manhattan on a Thursday morning had a particular quality — purposeful, indifferent and already three hours into itself before most people arrived.
I've been here since seven meanwhile Camila arrived at nine exactly.
I heard the elevator before Ivy appeared in the doorway, followed by the brief exchange of voices in the corridor, Ivy's tone carrying that particular warmth that meant the person on the receiving end wouldn't realise they were being managed.
"Ms. Vale."
I stood when she entered. Not out of def
