A Cold Passenger

Sitting behind his expansive executive desk, Declan stared down at the deep red velvet of the Cartier box resting in his palm. He traced the gold lettering with his thumb, knowing he had to patch things up with Sloane. Her talent was the only thing keeping the marketing department from sinking, and he needed her compliant.

Pocketing the velvet box, he took his private elevator down to the market