AMELIA was now sitting cross-legged on the plush rug near the floor-to-ceiling window, the city skyline of the Bahamas stretching endlessly before her. The late afternoon sun filtered in softly, casting a golden sheen across her silky overall that draped lightly over her lace undies. Her laptop rested on the low table in front of her, spreadsheets and design notes for her businesses as she worked.
A half-empty bowl of potato chips sat by her side.
Her phone buzzed.
She glanced at the screen and smirked.
Charles.
She picked up a few remaining chips, tossed them into her mouth, dusted her fingers lightly, and answered.
“Hmm. You finally remembered you sent your fiancée out for a relaxation trip, huh,” she teased, chewing casually.
On the other end, Charles chuckled lightly.
“Oh no, m
