the towering glass facade of the Manhattan network bui

r security badge at the turnstiles. The green light

potted Anthony Walton. He was Julian's person

quickly tried to hide a manila folder

intained her professional comp

. "Mrs. Sinclair. How are you feeling? Do you ne

ightly. "Why would

ound the lobby. He assumed Julian had alrea

lair received an emergency notification about your flight yesterday a

. Her heart skipped a heavy beat,

he asked. Her voice was da

acktrack, looking nervously at the elevator numbers tic

Her authoritative producer persona took over. Sh

an was notified when your jet lost engine

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tion when he got the news?" she

e floor before muttering, "Mr. Sinclair had a bo

se to continue a routine corporate meeting rathe

king bourbon with Karli Lee on their l

obby spun. She reached out and gripped the bras

out to help her.

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pen. Arielle stepped back.

y. The noise of the crowd fade

e she subconsciously held for h

rs were stiff. She scrolled to Juli

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d her assistan

id of emotion. "Cancel all my joint

Arielle?" Nina asked

finally clear,"

rable mask of resolve. She walked toward the staff elevators, comp