Aubrey's POV

　　I smoothed my hand over the sleek fabric of my black dress, squared my shoulders, and stepped deeper into the sea of people. I got all the information that I wanted, but I was still waiting for Graham to make an appearance.

　　I was here for work. One shot. One chance. And I intended to walk out with the exclusive interview that could boost my career in ways I hadn't dared imagine six months ago. I spotted the panel of executives across the room, all ...