Three months.

That’s how long I’d been sitting outside Brayden Gatsby’s office every day, learning his world. The legit one with contracts and board meetings, and the shady one with the mafia.

Somehow, I’d become part of both.

I wasn’t just the “slave girl” anymore. The staff regarded me with respect now.

Brayden called me into his office with that sharp “Zoe” whenever he wanted me, sometimes for paperwork, sometimes for something very different.

And Alessia ...