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"Have it ready by Friday."

"Consider it done. I'll coordinate with your assistant on the contract and key delivery."

"Good. And Andrea—make sure it's well-stocked. Welcome package, basics, whatever's standard."

"Of course. Anything else?"

"That's all. Thank you."

I hang up and pull up the intercom.

"Emma, Andrea will be sending over contract details for the apartment. Handle the paperwork and make surethere's a welcome package arranged. Standard corporate relocation amenities."

"I'll take care of it," Emma confirms.

I end the call and return to the press release on my desk. The words blur slightly as my mind drifts to what comes next.

The office empties as evening approaches. I stay at my desk, working through emails and quarterly reports that need my attention before tomorrow's board meeting.

The apartment is secured. The contract is signed. Everything is in motion. I close my laptop and stand, walking to the windows. The strategy is forming in my mind. Keep it professional at first. Give her space to settle in, to get comfortable with the work. Then see where things go.

Too many variables. Too many ways this could complicate. But the anticipation is undeniable.

***

Haven's Club is quiet when I arrive at seven. The lounge is half-empty, just a few other members scattered in leather chairs with their drinks and conversations.

Mark and Jeff are already there, seated in our usual spot near the fireplace. I join them, and a server appears immediately.

"Whiskey neat," I tell her.

"How's the crisis management going?" Jeff asks once the server leaves.

"We're making progress." I settle into mychair.

"Brought in an outside consultant to help manage the PR side. She starts next week."

Mark raises an eyebrow.

"Outside consultant? I thought you had people for that."

"We do. But this situation requires someone with specific expertise in crisis management for media companies."

"Anyone we know?" Mark asks.

I pause for just a beat.

"Scarlett Bradford."

The silence is immediate. Mark and Jeff exchange glances.

"Scarlett Bradford," Mark repeats slowly.

"As in Miles's ex-fiancée?"

"Yes."

Jeff leans forward. "Dax, that's... isn't that going to be complicated?"