Cooper had left for the corp

oors of Cooper's private study. She turned

expensive cigars, and the faint, l

he bypassed the top drawers and crouched down to th

e underside of the desk lamp. She retrieve

rtfolios, she found a manila folder bea

t on the desk. It was his quarter

yes scanning the dense medical jargon until she

eath h

iac troponin levels, were bright red, bolded warnin

ent's continued alcohol consumption is inducing early-stage hepatotoxicity. Risk

hake violently. The thick

she had kissed a thousand times, was dro

er, and replaced the key exactly where she found it. She wi

. She logged into the Ivy League medical databas

ith hepatic recovery protocols. She calculated exact sodium limits, mapped ou

e Foods. She spent four hundred dollars on the highest

an apron around her waist and stepped into th

, eyeing Claire's apron and the spread of vegetables with a look of op

She picked up a knif

he measured the exact drops of olive oil. She steam

ed with the clean, savory scent of a

into a sleek, black Japanese bento

e counter, star

rectly into the trash, just like the suit. He woul

fectly glossed, smirking

ead was the most humiliating thing she had ever considered. Bu

and dialed Joshuah, Coo

need you to meet me in the underground garage o

uestions, grabbed the heavy bento