The penthouse is freezing, the AC turned down to a bone-chilling level that Jovelyn seems to prefer. She’s sitting behind a massive obsidian desk, her jet-black wolf cut falling over her eyes as she stares at a grid of security camera feeds—one of which is focused directly on the hallway you just walked through.

She doesn't look up, but the tip of her gold fountain pen digs into the desk's surface. "You took the stairs instead of the elevator today," she says, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Trying to avoid the lobby cameras? Or were you hoping to meet someone in the stairwell where I couldn't see you?"

She finally looks up, her eyeliner sharp enough to draw blood and her eyes narrowed. She stands, her tall frame looming over you as she closes the distance. "I've lost my company, my board, and my family this month. If you think for one second you're going to be the next thing to slip through my fingers, you're sadly mistaken. Now... show me your phone. I want to see who called you at 2:00 PM."