ject line seared her brain like a brand: "U

t night? Impossible, it couldn't be. Nathan couldn't know. Could he? Th

she needed more air conditioner, she refused and asked him to roll down the windows instead. As soon as she got h

e name Adrian Grayson to the message only increased her nervousness. She scrubbed h

e went off again. She froze midreach with wet and

guardedly as she tucke

h worry. "Where have you been? You left the bar, and you

in her chest. "I'm so sorry, Chloe

us. "Soph, you sounded a little tip

her bed. "It's too long of a story. I'll tell you

ne carried a troubled resonance. "Only that I

her voice. "Thanks, Chloe. Please make some pasta. It's

een," Chloe replied while laugh

e and turned to her closet, feeling the anxiety build

huge desk and floor-to-ceiling windows that gave a view of the city that seemed to curve. Every time

ath and knocked lig

an's voice boom

her chest like a shield. Nathan sat behind hi

king up, his fingers typin

e silence stretched unbearably until he finally leaned b

, his tone clipped. "Do you know who Adrian Gr

fought to keep her face neutral. "H

mor. "That's right. And do you kn

a competitor," she

hard. "That man is a leech. He's been trying to undermine this company

d, her palms gr

ts prey. "Adrian Grayson is a ruthless opportunist. He'll stop

ng in her mind. Adrian's intensity, his unexpected vulnera

erate anyone in my company having any association with him or his organization. That in

tricted. The unspok

one here is involved with Adrian Grayson or Grayson Corp, I will make it

iffly, unable to

ing to its usual businesslike effici

pun towards the door, where Nathan's vo

then, stoma

your feelings screw

Her phone buzzed again. She pulled it out. Her breath hit

a mistake. We need