Clara stared in absolute bewilderment as Sienna practically skipped over the pavement, bypassing Clara entirely to throw her arms around Victor’s neck. Victor caught her easily, pressing a polite, practiced kiss to Sienna’s cheek, though his eyes never left Clara’s face.

"Sienna?" Clara breathed, h

The boardroom was a glass cage suspended on the forty-second floor, overlooking the smog-choked, concrete veins of the city. Clara Vance stood at the head of the long mahogany table, her hands flat against the polished wood to stop them from shaking.

She had spent the last forty-eight hours trying

The harsh, artificial glow of the laptop screen illuminated the tears streaming down Clara’s face. She sat on the floor of her modest apartment, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, rocking back and forth as her phone vibrated relentlessly on the coffee table.

*Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.*

She didn’t