Jagger Patel. She was "Amy," the chief representative for the elusive design

he woman he thought was dead, his focus entirely on the m

a partnership with Ms. Monica," Jagger said, sliding a prep

dismissively before pushing it back to the center of the ta

"Ms. Monica has her own standards for her partne

ect refusal was a slap, a public humiliat

at supposed to mean?

eeting is over. If Aether can produce more convincin

Zoe, turned and left, leaving a

od, you were amazing! Did you see the look on h

her nose. The powerful facade crumbled, revealing a

sonal phone rang.

laced with a faint, unsettling f

mother of L

him. The man from the garage. Her voic

his tone flat. "I'm waiting for you on the top floor of the S

ne wen

ening. She told Zoe to take the children home,

to the CEO's office. There he was, the

windows, his back to her, his silhoue

d on her, assessing her as if she

ed to the sofa o

against her ribs, but her face was a mask of calm. "Sir, I ap

lips. He tossed a file onto t

on, replacement of the visual film due to the graffiti, an

en her eyes reached the total at

meeting his gaze directly

unt of cash to produce on short notice,

son, you can call the police. Or, you can let my legal team handle it. I'm sure they would be very int

d. He had investigated

drain from her face, "you can choo