NILAHThe penthouse felt too large. I sat on the living room sofa, my leather folder placed on the glass coffee table in front of me. The panoramic windows showed the city lights flickering as evening set in, but the high view did not give me any sense of comfort. I kept looking at the silent residential elevator doors, waiting for the floor indicator to light up.A sharp, rhythmic buzzing from the wall intercom broke the silence. I stood up, smoothing down my dress, and walked over to the security panel near the entry."Ms. Mariel," the guard’s voice came through the speaker, sounding hesitant. "Elena Vance is downstairs in the lobby. She states she has urgent corporate documentation that requires your immediate personal receipt before Mr. Castellano returns from the airfield."My chest tightened instantly. I did not want to see her, but the mention of Darien and the corporate documents made it impossible to turn her away. "Let her up," I said, my voice tight.I stood back as the ele
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