~Serena~

The purr of my Ninja H2 echoed through the basement parking, followed by Spade’s YZF-R1. Thank heavens we didn’t use Spade’s car today. The drive from Hawkins Enterprise to Spade’s condo gave me headspace before my partner berated me for what I did in that meeting.

Securing my bike in the guest parking space, I removed my helmet and walked past Spade. I headed straight to the elevator, jabbing my fingers on the tenth-floor button. Spade was behind me the moment the elevator ...