"I know he is busy," I said, leaning against the edge of the desk. "But you should tell him that I am here in the building."
The secretary hesitated for a second, then picked up the internal line and whispered into the receiver. After a brief pause, she looked up at me in surprise. "He said they should let her in. You can go straight through, Miss Horton."
I nodded, walked past her desk, and pushed open the heavy glass doors that led straight to his private office. The room was immense, filled with minimalist modern art and a massive desk that overlooked the harbor. Vincent was sitting behind the desk, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Vincent looked up at me as the door clicked shut, his expression a mix of exhaustion and mild surprise. "What are you doing here, Rachel? Is something
