Chapter 4

The kitchen at L’Etoile felt like the inside of a combustion engine. It was Friday night—Clara’s final shift—and the atmosphere was thick with grease, heat, and unspoken panic.

Julian was completely unhinged. For the past forty-six hours, he had oscillated between screaming at the line

Chapter 5

The penthouse atop the Sterling Tower was a fortress of glass and steel, suspended high above the glittering grid of Manhattan. It was silent, sterile, and intensely private—the exact opposite of a commercial kitchen.

Clara sat on the edge of a vast, white leather sofa, holding a glass

Chapter 6

The apartment Julian Thorne had leased for them in Tribeca was a masterclass in superficial elegance. It featured exposed brick walls, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a state-of-the-art open kitchen that looked as though it had never been cooked in—mostly because it hadn’t. Julian preferred