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before most of Los Angeles even stirred. I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of my penthouse suite, sipping a blac
ing was d
lowing the usual flow of commuters or glancing t
the email forward
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nto my memory long before she ever accepted the job. H
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l of her arrival. Not because I had to, but because I couldn't let anyone else do it. She was walkin
as one
in healthcare reform. To the board, I was the strategic investor who turned losses into profit margins. But in truth, St. Vincent had been bo
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cted. She
o
sn't alone-but not just yet. Not who I was. Not why I was doing t
g else?"
was a
ht to check on William. Scheduled
the thing about Bella Carter-no matter how broken life m
glittering sprawl of glass and noise, she was waking up. Probably curled in the
yet that her life had bee
the one who
ed. It was one of the luxuries of being both donor and owner. I didn't like being seen. Let the wor
hile they specul
with suffering, with hope, with the quiet desperation that clings to medic
he was pa
oom 413, watching
t, her shoulders tight, like she was holding the weight of the world and daring it to crush her. Her hair
she should've. Not i
ldn't
t
ed and wa
Every security camera in the building was mine. I knew it bordered on ob
had fallen asleep, her fingers brushing hi
no one lef
ept
now,
-
el of my hospitality division. Most thought I created it for appearances
as more
tes and croissants. And it was the perfect place for Bella to be hi
start
I'd strategically placed. Their history was murky, painful. I hadn't expected his name to sh
as sc
o
n. And caution me
t in my chest when I saw her
ched m
stance. Or I'd remind him ex
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front of my window, city lights
ot as the broken girl fate tried to erase,
o her-whether she
re she didn't find ou
ching her for lon
spital the day her u
ghts the moment I learned
ewest employee had been
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r wasn't just anoth
girl I cou
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