Mira’s POV
“Do NOT touch this story, Sebastien. Do you hear me? Do not go near it.”
Arthur’s voice blew up the room like some corporate warning. It was too loud. Too sharp. It certainly did not match the weak fire or the wrinkled rug or the empty cognac bottle still sitting on the floor.
“Who…” I started to say.
“Arthur. My agent.” Sebastien sounded flat as though he could not care less.
“He’s on speaker.”
A short silence sat on the line. After a moment, I could almost hear him smiling anyway.
“Oh. She’s there.” He paused. “I mean…even better.”
“Hello, Arthur,” I said. My voice came out tight.
“Ms. Solace. You’re quite popular. I guess you're the one Seb called to get a lawyer for. It makes sense now.” He’d said my name like it belonged on a label. Like he noticed the value but n
