Hazel dropped Jamal off at the school gates, watching him run toward his friends with a backpack that looked slightly too large for his small frame. For a moment, she stood by the car, breathing in the crisp morning air. She was now a wife, a mother, and the mistress of a grand estate but as she pulled out of the school drive, she felt the familiar pull of her other identity. She was still Jace Fidel’s right hand.
She drove toward the City, her mind already shifting into professional mode. She knew Jace had a massive meeting with the Thorne Group this morning, and she knew exactly how much pressure was riding on it.
However, the moment she stepped through the glass revolving doors of Fidel Global, she realized something was terribly wrong.
The lobby, usually a place of hushed, expensive
