~Elias~

The next morning, the sun is bright as I park my car in the executive lot. I step out, adjusting my jacket, and that’s when I see it—the sleek, charcoal-gray company sedan I had delivered to Alice’s house early this morning.

The driver's side door opens, and Alice steps out.

My breath catches in my throat. I freeze beside my car, my hand still resting on the door. She is wearing a tailored, dark-red three-piece suit. It fits her curves perfectly, the sharp lines of the vest and ...