Chapter 7

As they exited the city hall, the sunlight hit them like a blast.

Colette slouched in the car seat, completely indifferent to how she looked. "I'm wiped, Mr. Larsen. That whole stunt I pulled was my contribution to the team, alright? Don't forget to compensate me later for the mental trauma."

Marcel slid into the car and glanced over at her.

She was focused on her phone, her profile delicate, and her long lashes cast shadows over her eyes.

Just moments ago, he found the way she typed on the keyboard was so assured, unapologetically bold, and in control.

"You…