Ariel Beckham.
"I'm sorry about what happened. I know you take your job seriously, and for me to not show up like that was so disrespectful. I wish I could explain why it happened, but honestly, you don’t need my excuses. I swear, I love perfume. It’s the only thing I see myself doing, and—"
"Can you shut your mouth and come in?" Victor interrupts, standing at the door of his hotel room.
I snap my mouth shut and step inside. In the hotel room, there are two people—a man and a woman—seated on a couch. Victor gestures again and I hesitate before moving farther in.
“Now,” Victor says. “these are Benedict and Craig, our lead chemists.” His tone makes it clear they’re important.
I nod politely to them, clutching the strap of my bag like a lifeline.
“Your father gave me some intel about t
