Jamie
When the black SUV pulled away from the resort, I assumed the driver was taking me back to my modest downtown apartment. I was exhausted, emotionally drained, and eager to flop onto my own couch where I didn't have to worry about PR strategies or keeping my heart rate under control around my best friend.
Instead, the car pulled up to the private residential entrance of Wolfe Towers.
I blinked, looking out the tinted window at the familiar glass skyscraper. "Alex? Did you forget something at the office? My apartment is twenty minutes south."
Alexander didn't look up from his tablet screen. "You aren't going back to your apartment, Jamie."
I stared at him. "Excuse me?"
He set the tablet on his lap and turned to face me, his expression calm and reasonable. "The media is monitoring
