By morning, I had already made up my mind to do something about the path I was on.
I got dressed, paying more attention than usual, grabbed my keys, and drove straight to Ryan’s office in Manhattan.
I had never been there before, but I knew exactly where it was. It wasn’t hard to find when someone like him made headlines as often as he did.
The receptionist glanced up as I walked in. “Do you have an appointment?”
“I’m here to see Ryan Prescott.”
She gave me a polite smile. “Do you have an appointment with him?”
“No.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t let you through without one.”
That was expected.
I nodded, leaning forward. “Call him. Tell him Liora is here to see him.”
She hesitated. “I can’t do that.”
I held her gaze. “You should.”
She didn’t back down.
For a second, I almost let it go.
