The yellow cab skidded to a halt against the rain-slicked curb outside Vance Tower. Before the vehicle had even completely stopped, Harper Quinn was shoving a crumpled fifty-dollar bill through the partition and throwing the heavy door open into the torrential downpour.

She didn't have an umbrella

*One Year Later*

The morning sun streamed through the massive, arched windows of Quinn Architectural, casting long, golden geometric shadows across the polished concrete floors. The sprawling, open-concept office buzzed with the quiet, productive energy of a dozen junior designers drafting blueprin