ps in the blinds, stabbing into the dark bedroom

d her breathing, making it slow and e

e stood in front of the floor-length mirr

y Brunello Cucinelli suit jacket. His movements wer

elashes. His back was perfectly straight. The

the Patek Philippe watch and strapped it to his wri

her bare shoulder exposed above the duvet. The

e turned around and walked out of

her eyes. She stared at the empty room, a

d, a physical reminder of how stupid she had been. Sh

ed violently on

dozens of unread messages from an iMessa

photo from last night. It showed Dominick gripping her w

s a voice note fr

k at Mrs. Carrillo's face. She looks like she's going to a funeral. I he

ey rushed back to Fifth Avenue. Probably

her knuckles turned white. The humiliatio

he phone over and threw it onto the ma

e women win. She was a

full blast. She stood under the freezing water, scrubbing

und herself and walked out i

tone authoritative and rushed. A minute later, he strode out rapidly, his mind clearly a million miles away as he headed straight for the private eleva

door open. He must hav

at narrow gap, she saw a black Hermes bri

und documents. The top folder had bo

n. She pushed the door ope

n - Downtown Manhattan Bouti

ked onto the word

. A sudden, violent rush of adrenaline hit her bloodstream. Her ol

ought she was just a useless canary, she was goin