The first spread came in the form of a forwarded email.

Valentina received it at 6:08 AM. Olive handed her the tablet with two fingers, brows raised. “This was flagged by media monitoring.”

Val didn’t touch it yet. She finished her espresso, perfectly calm. She was in Lucas’ study, bare-faced, wearing one of his shirts, feet tucked under her on the armchair like she had all the time in the world.

“What is it?” she asked.

Olive shrugged. “Docuseries pitch. Your name’s in ...