The clock struck 4:00 p.m. sharp.
Danelle's hands rested lightly on her lap as the car eased to a stop in front of an inconspicuous yet modern building nestled between luxury restaurants and private galleries. The plaque on the dark tinted glass door read:
DEVEREUX BAR.
Simple. Clean. Powerful.
She exhaled slowly.
This was it. The meeting she had pinned everything on—her company's future, her reputation, maybe even her sanity. If Ashton Devereux declined her offer, she had no idea what plan B would be.
The driver stepped out and opened the car door. Danelle exited gracefully, followed by her secretary Stella and two of her most trusted bodyguards, Dante and Kade. The rest remained stationed discreetly nearby, dressed in black, eyes scanning.
As they walked inside, Danelle immediately noticed how different the bar felt.
