—Mabel—
The car slowed to a halt.
I looked up from my tablet.
We'd just pulled into the Pentagon's parking space. The morning sun filtered through the windshield.
It was time to forget about Angelina and her threats, yesterday's tabloids, and Alec’s coldness at his Green Oak mansion, and secure the government contract.
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
My Prada heels met the black asphalt with a smooth thud.
I stepped out of the car and slipped on my aviator sunglasses.
The Pentagon’s parking space stretched like a military grid, convoys of black SUVs, government sedans, and official vehicles gleamed under the morning sun.
Security booths dotted the perimeter, each manned by armed personnel in uniforms.
Mara, the only team member with me today, walked up to me, dressed in
