Chapter 58
Allie sat tucked into the quiet niche of her makeshift office, a glass-walled sanctuary within her Los Angeles penthouse. Though the city lights flickered well past midnight, sleep felt miles away. Her mind was a whirlwind of competing priorities: the mounting logistics of her non-profit, the dense trail of evidence provided by her private investigator, and a stack of business plans she’d promised to vet for Herb, her driver.
The ethereal swells of a video game soundtrack filled the room—music Dorian had been obsessed with lately. While the gameplay itself didn’t interest her, the haunting melodies provided the perfect backdrop for her late-night focus.
She was neck-deep in a particularly dense contract when the chime of the doorbell sliced through the music. Allie froze, her
