ttan sidewalk. The biting autumn wind hit her face, blowin

and looked through t

paper shreds off his lapels. Fallo

s eye. Through the glass, Fallon of

ment of her lips, mouthing

laugh. She turned away and pulled open the heav

ather backseat. The door s

has been contacting recently

her assistant, Eileen Ruiz,

ardman," Eileen reported, her brow furrowing. "The

low, rhythmic beat against the leather armrest.

you needed a bigger,

ok me an appointment with

e over the screen. She turned t

is the heir to the Monroe Group. His firm only handles multi-b

ompletely heartless. He hates messy personal

he seat. A dangerous, confid

"But I have a bargainin

nd brought up a highly classified financial report, followed

sues ultimatum. If Fitz does not marry soon, his cont

ulating smile. An enemy's weakne

is highly classified. Regular appoin

pulled out a thick, black magnetic card. The edges were slightly yello

in the early construction of the Monroe building," Harlow said, staring a

heavy traffic, speeding to

tension. Harlow closed her eyes, mental

ail to Pearson Hardman, confirming their retainer. He was absolutel

ront of the towering, glass-and-steel fo

and tilted her head back, looking up at the intimidating skyscraper

of her black suit, ensuring

ard tightly in her hand. Her eye

ooked at Eileen throu

e dead serious. "If you receive a text from me with the code word 'execute,'

voking all her AI core lice

emnly, watching h

evolving glass doors of the Monroe buil