Aurora went to the office before eight.
Kingsley & Rowe LLP occupied the twenty-sixth floor of a glass building downtown, all steel, pale wood, and floor-to-ceiling windows. At that hour, the office smelled of fresh coffee and printer ink. Junior associates hurried past with case files, paralegals whispered over deadlines, and the receptionist waved Aurora through.
Work was familiar.
Work did not ask why her cheek was swollen.
Work did not tell her to marry a man for a failing company.
Work, at least, made sense.
"Aurora."
Zoe Carter, her assistant, nearly jogged to catch up with her in the hallway. "Thank God you're here. Gordon is furious."
Aurora slowed. "What happened?"
"The hearing Lily and Mason Reed handled yesterday? It went badly. Gordon has been in the conference room fo
