Chapter 24
The next morning, following training, the four of them—Allie, Dorian, Carter, and Sarah—piled into the SUV to head for the office. For Sarah, the leather interior of the Range Rover felt less like a luxury vehicle and more like a containment cell.
She was spiraling. Her stomach churned with a nausea unrelated to the car's motion. She sat stiffly, her mind racing through a cycle of catastrophic scenarios. Event Coordinator. The title sounded heavy, official, and terrifyingly vague. She didn’t know the first thing about coordinating events; she just knew she was suddenly responsible for them.
“Why are you so nervous, love?” Carter asked softly. He reached over, covering her hand with his.
Sarah jumped slightly at the touch, realizing she had been wringing her hands so tightly
