dress flowed around her legs. People stopped to stare,

outside. Dozens of paparazzi and reporters were blockin

she remembered the quick text Sloane had sent her earlier: 'I leaked a little tip to TM

ver Aston Martin roared up to the curb. It stoppe

tall man in a custom-tailored suit s

f the buildings. It was Archie Harris,

ous smile at the cameras. He ignored the shouted q

and his lawyers stepped out o

wondering why a Hollywood actor was

e revolving doors. He wa

essed his lips to her knuckles. "Boss,"

realized Sloane had set this up. S

ul smile. She slid her hand through

lobby. His stomach dropped. Hi

uckles turned completely white. A hot, bl

ng. The camera flashes hit them

nes toward them. "Archie!

Ada's waist. He pulled her flush again

n who finally got her freedom bac

d. The cameras

s wall. He watched Ada lean into another man's

e wanted to rip that actor's he

, stop! The press is right there. If you

and down. He glared through the gl

e Aston Martin. He put his hand over A

er head. She looked right through th

lifted her chin and gave

sound was muffled by the glass,

It sped away down the street, leav

next to him. It crashed to the floor, the loud bang echoi