The rain tapped faintly against the tall windows of the Brooks Group headquarters, a steady rhythm that filled the early morning hush of the executive floor. A week had passed since Selena last allowed herself to think about Sam. She buried the memory of him beneath the weight of routine, deadlines, and her ever-mounting responsibilities. Jack had arranged for her move into the penthouse quietly, efficiently. She hadn't even needed to lift a box. His driver managed it all. That morning, everything she owned was being delivered. But she had no time to think about that now.
Amanda had scheduled a crucial four-hour meeting between Selena and the external auditor from Count and Us Co., a lean, sharp-eyed man named Hammad Smith. Punctual and precise, Mr. Smith had arrived with a neat leather briefcase and an overwhelming volume of data.
Selena sat across from him for hours, listening, questioning, scribbling notes.
