Sunlight crept into the penthouse unnoticed.
Naomi hadn't slept.
The dining table remained covered with contracts, newspapers, and two empty coffee cups.
Her laptop was still open, displaying article after article.
Some had already been amended after several late-night phone calls.
Others hadn't been.
Those were the ones she was worried about.
The front door clicked open.
Sebastian stepped inside carrying two paper bags.
He stopped when he saw her.
"...You never went to bed."
Naomi looked up briefly.
"I had work."
His eyes drifted over the newspapers scattered across the table.
Every headline carried his name.
Every article mentioned the trust.
Several mentioned Naomi.
He placed one of the paper bags on the table.
"I brought breakfast."
"I'm not hungry."
"You said that
