THE MAFIA BOSS SAW HER LIMPING IN A BOARDROOM—AND ASKED THE ONE QUESTION HER BOYFRIEND FEARED MOST

to break.

At 10:30, her supervisor Linda stopped by, coffee in hand, face arranged into the tight smile people wore when delivering news they wanted to pretend was good.

“Morning, Selene. I need you in conference room B at eleven. Mr. Deero requested you specifically for the logistics briefing.”

Selene’s stomach dropped.

“Me?”

“He was impressed with your continue reading …