Night had fallen. Rebecca sat alone in a restaurant, dining by herself. The late-night establishment was peaceful, and from the twentieth floor, Montra City's nightscape sparkled with life below.

As she put a small piece of steak in her mouth, Rebecca felt surprisingly calm thinking about everything that had happened with Zachary earlier that day.

"Oh, Mr. Donovan," a sugary-sweet voice caught Rebecca's attention. "You know how devoted I am. If you like me, I ...