The emergency room of Manhattan General Hospital smelled of iodine, industrial bleach, and stale despair. To a master perfumer like Clara Vance, whose entire life was governed by the delicate architecture of scent, the harsh chemical odors were a physical assault. They burned the back of her throat,

The rain had started to fall over Manhattan, a torrential, punishing downpour that washed the city streets in a slick, oily sheen.

Clara sat in the back of a yellow cab, staring out the window as the neon lights bled across the wet glass. She was wearing a pair of oversized gray sweatpants and a c

The morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Thorne Luxury Group boardroom, casting a harsh, unforgiving glare over the chaos unfolding around the massive mahogany table.

"Someone explain to me how an unknown corporate entity managed to purchase Marcus Sterling's entire twent