CHAPTER 2 — The Empty Bed
Adrian Hale woke up smiling.
Not because he was happy.
Because he always woke up like that when Arya Torres was beside him.
The hotel suite was quiet. Expensive. Perfect.
Until his phone buzzed.
Once. Twice. Then nonstop.
He frowned.
Checked it.
And stopped breathing.
“ACCOUNT ALERT: MULTIPLE TRANSFERS INITIATED”
His smile disappeared.
Arya turned slightly in bed. “What is it?”
Adrian didn’t answer.
He sat up.
Scrolled.
Then froze.
“TOTAL DEDUCTIONS: $11,950,000”
The room suddenly felt smaller.
May you like
Colder.
Wrong.
