CHAPTER THREE

The hotel lobby gleamed with marble and gold, a shrine to wealth. Everyone here wore tailored suits and practiced smiles. Everyone except me, heart hammering as I trailed behind Damon Stone.

He didn’t look back. He didn’t need to. His presence filled every inch of space, pulling eyes, commanding silence.

I hated that mine followed too.

“This is insane,” I muttered, clutching the folder of presentation notes he’d insisted I carry. “You didn’t even tell me I’d be ...