The city bled gold at night. The skyline glittered like it had been designed to be admired from her penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls wrapped around the top floor, catching every light in the air. The elevator dinged softly behind her.
She stood barefoot, a glass of champagne in her hand, her silk robe falling open just enough to tease. She didn’t dress to impress men. She dressed to own them.
The door opened, and they stepped in one after the other. Four of them. Her new security team.
They were all dressed in black. Broad shoulders. Sharp eyes. Controlled movements. The kind of men who could make someone disappear if she ordered it.
“Welcome,” she said softly. Her voice carried like a command.
They stood in a straight line, their gazes fixed on her. They were professionals. Tr
