The office looked different at night.

No bustling assistants. No ringing phones. No artificial smiles or stiff greetings.

Just silence.

And shadows.

Sasha stepped off the elevator, heart pounding. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she walked down the hallway she knew all too well—only this time, she wasn’t here to work.

Not in the traditional sense.

Grayson’s text had been simple.

Conference room. Midnight. Don’t wear anything under your coat.

She hadn’t ...