Eleanor had spent the last stretch of days eating and sleeping at the studio, pushing through sample after sample for the new theme.
She'd made the deadline with the design submitted.
Now, it was just the wait until Fashion Week itself.
She took three days off after that, finally home, catching up on real sleep.
Her absence from the office gave Dylan exactly the opening he needed.
Every night after close, he slipped out to meet Cassandra.
Sometimes a bar. Sometimes a hotel.
Tonight, a members-only private club.
Cassandra had dressed for the occasion.
Every time Dylan looked at her, something in his face went soft, almost dazed.
She felt, genuinely, like Eleanor's downfall was within reach.
"You've kept me waiting for days. Tell me Eleanor's new theme. What is it?"
Just the two
