Riley's POV

My fists clenched tight as I followed him through the glittering walls and gold-trim revolving doors of the company, and my gaze widened. It didn’t feel like walking through a jewelry company—it felt more like walking through a jewelry box.

The cold air wrapped around my skin like a blanket, smelling of polished marble and metal, coupled with something jasmine or floral lingering in the air. Golden chandeliers dropped really low, exuding counterfeit rays of sunlight on the ...