The afternoon sun was casting long, jagged shadows across the executive suite of Sterling Athletics when the door to my office suddenly flew open.
Evelyn hadn't buzzed him in. She didn't have to. Liam Vance had bypassed security with the kind of desperate, reckless momentum that usually precedes a disaster. He stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, his hair disheveled, completely stripped of his usual composed facade.
"Liam," I said, not bothering to look up from the tablet in my hands. "You're trespassing. My security team is highly efficient. I suggest you leave before they prove it."
He closed the heavy mahogany doors behind him, locking them with a sharp click.
"We are going to talk, Harper," Liam said, his voice dropping into that familiar, commanding register. The one he used wh
