The elevator dropped me off at the fifteenth floor of Rokyl Enterprises, and I swallowed hard as I stepped into the sleek reception lobby. Polished marble floors stretched to a glass wall, beyond which the city scrolled beneath a bleeding sunset. I smoothed my skirt for the third time. My fingers trembled not from fear exactly, but the pressure to measure up in his world.
A quiet knock at a black glass door appeared in my peripheral vision. Professional meeting, he said. Under the guise of business.
I squared my shoulders and walked in.
The office felt both larger and smaller than I’d remembered. Floor-to-ceiling windows spanned the north wall. A dark marble desk sat perfectly centered, and behind it, Kyl stood, gazing at the skyline with arms crossed. He turned slowly, suit impeccable.
