I didn’t know why I said yes. 

So, when Alexander texted me the details of where to meet them, I said okay. He offered to pick me up, but I refused. I didn’t want to ride in the same car with the girl who mocked my father’s company over lunch. 

Instead, I arrived on my own, stepping into the private rooftop lounge of Lustre, a members-only club that overlooked the ocean skyline. 

This wasn’t a peace offering. It was a power play. 

“Kimberly!” Ramona’s voice was as smooth ...