I sat at my desk, studying the emails Amara had forwarded to me. It was beginning to seem frivolous, discussions of profit margins and bottom lines. There was too much going on outside of the business world to be able to truly focus on that stuff.

I scrubbed a hand through my hair, aware I was making a mess of it, but I couldn't be bothered. It was late, everyone had already gone home for the day. If I wasn't perfectly groomed for once, no one would notice.

The door ...