Harper’s POV
Sitting in the car, I wait. My heart is thudding in my chest, but I push down the fear.
My phone vibrates, and I pull it from my bag as the car hums beneath me. The screen lights up with a new message, and I open the app, already half-smiling without meaning to.
The_Triumvirate: The driver will give you the key card to the penthouse.
The_Triumvirate has released half of the payment and your bank will process it.
Fifteen thousand. Half of that is already mine. It doesn’t feel real, not as I read it, not even as I close the app and slide the phone back into my bag. My hands smooth the coat over my lap, fingers twitching from nerves more than anything. I don’t reply. I don’t know what I’d even say that wouldn’t make me sound like I’m spinning.
About twenty minutes later, t
