(Zara)
The man leaning against Sebastian's office door like he owned it was the first person I'd ever seen make Sebastian go tense from across a room.
I noticed it before I noticed him. I'd learned to read Sebastian by now, the small tells under the stillness, and the moment we stepped off the elevator something in his shoulders changed, a bracing, the same set he'd worn walking into the board room. I followed his eyes to the stranger by his door and understood the meeting wasn't going to be a pleasant surprise, whatever the stranger's smile was doing.
And the stranger was smiling. He was younger than Sebastian, though not by much, with the kind of easy handsomeness that gets a person forgiven for things. Where Sebastian wore his money like armor, this man wore his like a favorite coat,
