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Her tone was gentle, but the way she looked at me was arrogant. There was no way I would have invited her to come. Luther reached over to help load her luggage onto the train, but the conductor stopped him with an apologetic expression. "Sir, there's only one first-class seat remaining." The Moonlight Express offered full-service immersive scenic touring, and it was exactly the honeymoon experience I had always wanted. It was peak season at Vespera Coast right now, so the standard seats had sold out early, while first-class seats cost five times as much.

"This is Max Dunham, and I want to book Stevie for Friday at 9 p.m." I check the calendar program and it shows Stevie on the list with an opening at 9 but she has an appointment at 11 too. "She's available at 9 but booked at 11. Will that work for you or will you need her for a different evening?" "That will work." He disconnects the call and I search his name in the database. He's there and it's easy to input the information. Things run smoothly until a quarter to noon, when the phone rings. "Elegant Escorts, how may I help you?"

“It is. This is Berry McMullin speaking, the owner of Bright Starlight Carnival. How can I help you?” “I’m looking to hire a carnival to come and participate in the Festival of the Moon,” I tell him and then launch into my explanation. I keep an eye on Chloe from above the edge of my computer monitor while talking with Mr. McMullin about the specifics. “Our lowest package, which includes five rides, ten game booths, and two food trucks is priced at twenty thousand dollars for two days,” he tells me. “We have two higher level packages, also. The medium package includes ten rides, fifteen game booths, and five food trucks and is priced at thirty-five thousand for two days. The highest package

It was the movie I had ordered the tickets for, hoping Elowen would go with me. I had even arranged for a private viewing so she wouldn’t have to deal with a crowd but after this morning, there was no way. “No, you know what? Just… just cancel it, she’s not going to go.” Before the man could even respond, Celeste snatched the phone right out of my hand. “Excuse me, this is his assistant,” Celeste said smoothly into the phone, her voice instantly sounding professional and commanding. “Yes, we’d absolutely like to confirm that booking, two tickets for eight o’clock tomorrow evening, please charge the account on file, thank you so much.”

"It's probably just my assistant, Sarah, sending the final itinerary confirmation for the resort." The screen illuminated Lucien's face in the dark room with a soft white glow. Eli didn't move, resting his chin on Lucien’s chest so he could look up at him. "What does it say?" Lucien tapped the screen, opening a text message from Sarah. *Final transfer details locked,* the message read. *Boat will meet you at the dock at 2 PM local time. Also attached is the guest list for the private beach bonfire party hosted by the Azure Reef Resort on Thursday night—they sent an invitation to your private office account.*

"Good evening, Ma'am. A reservation for two I assume?" the receptionist asked when she saw Warren and Christina. She could see by the way Warren dressed, that he was not the one capable enough to book a table at the Heavenly Sky Diner. "Yes Miss. We would like a table for two, however we didn't book in advance," Christina said with a smile. She thought that it wouldn't be a problem if she didn't book a table since she could afford the costs anyways.

“All right, Mr. Rafael, I’ve secured the Skylight Nook, our top VIP spot. It’s partially secluded, faces the cityscape, and comes with personalized table service. Would you like to pre-order food or a dessert platter?” I glance at the time. “No. We’ll order when she arrives. Just make sure the table’s clean, wine’s chilled, and we’re not disturbed.” “Done. You’re booked for 8:30 PM.” He hands me a small, sleek black folder with the reservation code. “A hostess will escort you directly to the rooftop when you return.” “Thanks.” I turn and walk out, loosening the first button of my shirt. I'm suddenly feeling nervous. Like, so nervous...

ISLA'S POV January 20, 2026. 5:00 AM. The temporary tactical office freezes at this hour, dawn just bruising the East River with a sickly gray light. I am seated at the desk, the calculator on my phone glowing in the dim room. Charter flight to Portland: $4,800. Boat rental to Morrison: $600. Total required: $5,400. I swipe to my personal banking app. The number stares back, unblinking and pathetic.

“I need to talk to him. It’s important.” She hesitates. “I’m not supposed to—” “Please. Just this once.” Her expression softens. “He had a dinner reservation. Coaste Restaurant. That’s all I know.” “Thank you,” I breathe, already turning away. The city lights blur past the second cab window, my pulse quickening with every block. I press my hands to my chest to steady my breathing. When we pull up in front of Coaste, I don’t even wait for change. I throw a few bills at the driver and get out, my heart a thunderstorm in my chest.

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