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CHAPTER 16

Author: Pamela Ulu
last update publish date: 2025-06-26 17:21:28
—Alec—

The headquarters of Rivera Group rose against the Washington skyline, its glass and steel façade reflecting the morning sun.

It was the weekend.

Most executives were at home. After everything that had happened the previous night, I couldn't bring myself to stay away from work.

My convoy slowed as we approached the main entrance.

Reporters swarmed the building.

The headlines had spread faster than wildfire.

Television vans lined the curb. Camera flashes burst in rapid succession. Mi
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