Riley's POV

Riverside Marketing Solutions occupied the third floor of a converted warehouse in a part of town that was trying hard to be trendy. The elevator wheezed and groaned as it carried me upward, my reflection distorted in the polished metal doors.

I'd spent my last twenty dollars on a blazer from Goodwill and gotten my hair cut at a cosmetology school. I looked professional enough, but I felt like I was wearing a costume.

The elevator opened onto a bright, open office space with exposed ...