They left the hotel just after 7:00 PM, with Mark still buzzing from the free-flowing booze he'd guzzled throughout the evening. He fiddled with the stereo, searching for upbeat tunes to keep him all fired up. Eventually, he settled on some house music and cranked up the volume, sending the metal walls of his car shuddering. "We did it, man! Woohoo!" he cheered, slapping Levi hard on the back. Levi breathed in sharply, wincing in pain. He'd never get used to his friend's strength; he was a mass of muscles, thanks to his strict daily sessions with a personal trainer. "So, did we kick butt or what?" Mark asked, linking his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his seat, content with himself and life in general. After being fondled half the evening, Levi would not have expected anything less, and he was mighty glad the gala was finally over. Now that he'd fulfilled his duty to Van Holt Industries, he hoped his father would not ask him for anything else for at least another year.

They followed her for a while, and Mark was irritable the whole time. He didn't understand why they couldn't just snatch Noelle up and drop her off at the nearest hospital or police station."You heard her. No hospitals," Levi said again when the same suggestion to make her someone else's problem came up."I know a lot about bad ideas, and I can spot them a mile away. That woman is a bad idea waiting to happen. Why are we getting involved with her?"Levi explained for the third or fourth time. "Because we almost ran her over! Do you not feel guilty at all?""But we didn't. I don't see why I should feel guilty. Besides, weren't you the one who wanted to run back to Chassis for the patch deployment?" Mark asked, appealing to the workaholic in him.But Levi held steady, refusing to change his mind. "We have an army of developers. What the fuck do we pay them for if I have to monitor them constantly?"Mark sighed and looked through the glove compartment for his Dunhills. He rolled down his

Natalie flipped through a dozen or so images of bruises in various colours, shapes, and sizes."What is this? Who is this? Am I supposed to know what these mean?" she asked shrilly, dumping the pictures on the bed."That's you, and those are the bruises on your body.""That's a lie!" Natalie shook her head.No, she wasn't the girl in those photos. She didn't get beat up in the back seat of a luxury car for chatting with a stranger at a gala she had no business attending.She wasn't that girl.She was Natalie Taylor, the girl who came to Rock Union to save her brother."I know it's hard to accept—""That's not me!" she cut Sam off. But even as she denied it, she knew it was true. She didn't have to breathe deeply to feel the sharp pain in her lungs and abdomen. It was so constant it was almost a part of her now. But she'd wanted to pretend, just so she could hold on to the last shred of dignity she thought she still had.Confronted with the images, Natalie could no longer deny it.She w

The meds from the women's shelter were better than aspirin any day. They knocked Natalie out for fourteen hours straight. Not surprising since she'd taken more than the recommended dose after she'd spent the rest of her Sunday in bed, tossing and turning because she was terrified to close her eyes and fall asleep.She woke up on Monday, fuzzy-headed and her mouth so dry she thought she'd swallowed cotton balls.She reached for her phone on the side table and regretted it almost immediately when she saw the time. She'd missed work and twenty-six calls—ten from Emily, three from work, and the rest were Amber's.As much as Natalie wanted to curl up under the warm cocoon of her blankets, hiding in her room forever stopped being an option when she saw the missed calls from Chassis.It was time for damage control.She dealt with Anna from Human Resources first.After listening to her sob story about an out-of-town family emergency, Anna nicely informed her she'd have to take a personal day.

Levi forgot about the envelope Eliza had given him until Monday evening when he was going through the dozens of reports Angela, his assistant, had left on his desk.It was one of those days when he had a lot of shit to get through and too many fires to put out but lacked the motivation.He sat behind his desk, rocking side to side in his executive chair as he gazed at the view outside, at the thousands of skyscrapers in the distance.With a population of just over five million, Rock Union had more skyscrapers than any other city in the country. But then again, it was the economic powerhouse, the Silicon Valley of the country. If you wanted your tech dreams—or any dreams, for that matter— made, there was no better place.Levi thought of another view he'd shared with Noelle two days earlier.Was she now looking at this same view, seeing the same buildings, watching the same stars light up the darkening sky?He wondered where she was and if she was okay.Since leaving Safe Haven, Noelle w