Chapter 4

The helicopter hovered just a hundred feet above the loading dock, its twin engines drowning out Chloe’s panicked shrieks. The blinding spotlight kept Julian and Chloe pinned like insects on a display board. The crowd of line cooks and waitstaff had backed up against the brick walls, shie

Chapter 5

The heavy, water-resistant parchment of the eviction notice slipped from Julian Hayes's trembling fingers, landing with a soft, pathetic slap against the wet asphalt of the alleyway. The rain had begun to drizzle again, catching in the glow of the security lights, but nobody moved for cov

Chapter 6

"You own them?" Julian repeated, his voice cracking on the final syllable. A nervous, dismissive laugh bubbled out of his throat, high-pitched and hollow. "Elena, you're not making any sense. You're a prep cook. You chop my carrots. You reduce my stocks. I am the one who developed the *L'