Chapter 9
The Architect of His Ruin
The atmosphere at Vanguard PR was electric by the time I stepped off the elevator. Word of the Novus Dynamics deal had already leaked through the agency's internal Slack channels, and the bullpen was buzzing with the kind of manic, celebratory energy that only a multi-million dollar retainer could b
Chapter 10
The Vanguard PR Anniversary Gala was exactly four days away, and our glass-walled Manhattan office was a hive of meticulously controlled hysteria.
Caterers were sending over final tasting menus, lighting technicians were demanding floor plans, and the junior staff were buzzing around like caffeina
Chapter 11
It took Julian exactly three minutes to follow me.
I had just seated myself behind my mahogany desk, smoothing my skirt and opening my laptop, when my office door violently burst open. Julian stormed in, slamming the heavy glass door shut behind him and immediately twisting the lock. He yanked the