The stainless-steel expanse of *The Sovereign’s* kitchen was blindingly bright, reflecting the frantic, panicked energy bouncing off the pristine subway-tile walls. As Clara pushed through the swinging double doors, the heavy scent of scorched butter and panic hit her palate like a physical blow.

Clara stood at the edge of the kitchen pass, her hands folded tightly over the apron of her chef’s coat. Through the swinging double doors, the dining room of Julian’s soon-to-open flagship restaurant was bathed in the harsh, unforgiving light of midday. At the center table sat three major investors

The interior of Damian’s town car was a sanctuary of quiet luxury, insulated from the blaring horns and chaotic traffic of the city. Clara sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window as the blurred lights of the downtown skyline passed by.

The adrenaline that had carried her through the conf