n the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge. Red

ist. Her heart rate spiked. Julian's fligh

her wallet, threw them onto the passenger sea

the narrow space between the stopped cars, her Louboutin heels clicking frantically against the asphalt. She pushed her way off the bridge and onto the first exit r

out of the subway station and on

wn as she dug through her Birkin bag, frantically searching for the VIP pickup pass. She had grab

black vehicle parked illega

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briefcase slipped, spilling design portfolios all over the concrete. The large iced coffee

ling back. She lo

ack Rolls-R

car, the heavy, oppressive aura it gave off-it triggered

his brow furrowed in anger. He looked at the b

snapped, reaching for

e heavy, tinted rear window rolle

ece in his right ear, his eyes locked on a tablet. He w

the window. His blue eyes landed on the

eme irritation

working. All the air

anished in a microsecond. She was back in the freezing rain, bleeding on the

ard she tasted copper. She forced her shakin

a well-dressed, clumsy designer. H

at C.J. "Leave it. We are already late for the Wall

rd from his inner pocket and shoved it toward Alycia. "Ca

and took the card. Her fingers brushed the thick car

on his armrest. The window rolled up, sealing him inside hi

heavy tires hit a puddle near the curb, s

, the dirty water missing he

looked down at the card in her han

denly boiled over into pure, white-h

the thick cardstock with both hands and ripped it straight down

ces into the 'Non

mind. She locked it. She smoothed down her skirt, adjusted her posture, and walked through th