*Shelby*

There was a car waiting for me as soon as I stepped off Michael’s private jet in New York. The driver took my suitcase from my hands as I stepped onto the asphalt.

“Good day to you, miss. How was your flight?” the driver asked,

“Great, thank you. Are we going straight to Mr. Astor’s office?” I asked, figuring Michael would be getting some work done before I arrived. I never asked what the emergency was that ...