"The server crash is honestly just a minor hiccup," Sloane Mercer said, her voice dripping with an unearned, glossy confidence that grated against the walls of the executive boardroom. She leaned forward, resting her perfectly manicured hands on the mahogany table. "If anything, we can spin this. We

Julian didn't remember leaving the office. He didn't remember taking the private elevator down to the underground garage, nor did he remember starting his car.

All he knew was the deafening roar of the Porsche’s engine as he tore through the streets of Austin, his hands gripping the steering wheel

The private investigator had cost Julian fifty thousand dollars and taken four agonizing days to bypass the privacy blocks Clara had put in place. When the address finally pinged on Julian’s phone, he hadn't packed a bag. He hadn't told his assistant. He had simply walked out of his penthouse, drive