Semua Bab Undercover Hearts: Bab 21 - Bab 24

SophiaI spot the unfamiliar woman the moment I step into the lounge.She’s standing near the espresso machine, exchanging cool pleasantries with Marcus.Elena is watching from behind her glass-walled office, arms folded across her silk blouse like she’s barely restraining a snarl. That alone tells me everything I need to know. Whoever this woman is, Elena didn’t sign off on her.The woman doesn’t look out of place exactly. But neither does she blend in seamlessly. She’s definitely not a client. She clearly can’t afford the $100 000 joining fee.Her clothes are professional, but bought off the rack. No timeless elegance and hefty price tag there. I’d guess her actual income is probably about the same as mine. She clearly doesn’t have a major publication bankrolling her deception.Something Sullivan keeps reminding me of when he gets in touch to demand updates.The way she’s dressed already sets her apart from the rest of the team, who tend to lean into subtle opulence. But there’

Sophia“I mean, just look at this man,” Jamie says, shoving his phone in my face like it’s a sacred artifact. “He windsurfs, Sophia. Windsurfs. Unironically. And somehow he doesn’t even look like a douchebag doing it.”I squint at the screen. Preston Haas, sun-drenched and golden, is slicing across blue water in some Greek island bay, grinning like he invented joy. Shirtless, of course. Gleaming. Offensively symmetrical. Sun-bleached hair blowing in the wind.“His abs have abs,” I mutter, reaching for my wine. “How much time does he spend working out?”“Right?” Jamie sighs, flopping back into the plush booth. We’re at a little wine bar near my apartment, all exposed brick and overpriced cheese boards. He insisted we come out tonight, to ‘process my romantic chaos over carbs and cabernet’. His words, not mine.“He looks like a sculpture,” I add. “The kind of guy who never stains his shirt or says the wrong thing.”Jamie points at me. “And that, darling, is why you need to go on th