Chapter 4

I didn't bother with that text. I knew guys like Charles only had so much patience. He was used to running the show. To him, my ignoring him was straight-up defiance.

I changed into something nice and headed to a Michelin-starred restaurant I'd booked well in advance. I sat alone by the window. I took my time, savoring every bite of the feast.

The foie gras melted on my tongue, with a hint of wine lingering in the air. I was swirling the black truffle soup with a silver spoon.

My new phone started ringing. The screen lit up with…