Chapter Forty Two

GAVIN

The digital clock on the conference room wall ticked past 8:03 PM.

The city shimmered beyond the tall windows, but in here, we could’ve been buried underground for how quiet it was.

Lara was hunched over her laptop on the far side of the conference table, legs folded beneath her, hair piled into one of those messy buns that looked like it took no effort but probably took three tries. She was