The elevator dropped me off at the fifteenth floor of Rokyl Enterprises, and I swallowed hard as I stepped into the sleek reception lobby. Polished marble floors stretched to a glass wall, beyond which the city scrolled beneath a bleeding sunset. I smoothed my skirt for the third time. My fingers trembled not from fear exactly, but the pressure to measure up in his world.

A quiet knock at a black glass door appeared in my peripheral vision. Professional meeting, he said. Under the guise of ...