Naomi forced herself to stay level-headed.
One step at a time, eyes tracking behind her.
The next second, she collided hard with what felt like a solid wall.
Her stomach dropped instantly, certain Lawson had someone waiting to cut off her escape.
She looked up, braced and found Sebastian's sharp, familiar face instead.
Sebastian? Here, in this restaurant?
Before she could process the coincidence, Lawson's furious voice rang out behind her. "Naomi! Is this really how you negotiate a partnership?"
Naomi's composure flickered. She pressed her lips together, voice low and pleading. "Mr. Cole. Could you... help me?"
Sebastian said nothing at first, eyes dropping to the torn fabric hanging off her dress, something cooling behind his gaze.
He shrugged off his suit jacket without a word a
