“I’ll be right downstairs in the lobby,” she said. “If he steps out of line, the security guard will have him out in ten seconds.”

I nodded, opened the passenger door, and stepped out into the freezing night.

My heels clicked against the concrete of the garage as I walked to the elevator.

The elevator ride to the top floor was quiet, save for the low hum of the cables.

Inside my penthouse, the floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city lights reflecting off the Mississippi River.

I didn’t turn on the lamps.

The ambient light from the city was enough to illuminate the minimalist gray furniture and the cold marble countertops.

Five minutes later, my intercom buzzed.

“Mr. Voss is here to see you, Ms. Vance,” the doorman’s voice crackled through the speaker.

“Send him up, Thomas,” I said.

I stood by the window, wrapping my arms around myself to stay warm.

The elevator doors slid open directly into my foyer.

Harrison walked in, his wool coat unbuttoned, his tie slightly crooked.

The polished, untouchable heir of Voss Holdings looked frayed at the edges.