Katelyn’s POV

The meeting ran long—again. By the time I stepped out of the glass-walled conference room, it was already past eleven. I could feel the stares trailing me down the hallway.

I wasn’t surprised. I’d only been at Forbes magazine for four days, and there were already thirteen versions of my “backstory” floating around the office—Nancy kept count. My personal favorite? That I was the mistress of a high-ranking official at headquarters, sent here to spy on President Peter ...