"Excuse me, Mr. Harrington!"

The voice sliced through my thoughts, and I looked up to see a woman rushing toward me. She moved with a purpose, her eyes fixed on me, a determined expression on her face. I couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate the view – she was as beautiful as they come.

Her hair was a cascade of deep red, falling around her shoulders in lively waves. Her eyes, a deep shade of blue, were bright with intelligence and curiosity. She carried herself ...