THE FIRST time Sophie saw Matthew outside her MBA building, she genuinely believed it was a coincidence.
She had just finished a three-hour strategy seminar that had left her mentally drained. Between the ongoing investigation into the hidden administrator account, the mounting pressure from Keller Capital's internal breach, and the endless media attention Camille continued to generate, concentrating on discounted cash flow models had felt almost impossible.
She stepped out of the business school with her laptop bag slung over one shoulder and paused at the top of the stairs to answer a message from one of her developers.
When she looked up again, a familiar black motorcycle was parked across the street.
Matthew leaned casually against it, one boot planted on the pavement, talking to P
