A STORY FOR ANOTHER DAY

ns of the city lights on the marble floors. He stood near the glass, one hand wrapped around a glass fille

ons, but tonight was different. Tonight, he wants

sest friend and legal advisor, asked, putt

es unreadable. "She does not have a ch

this easily," Oliver war

tting the glass aside. "She needs the mone

n question Ava Sinclair,was the only person who had ever walked aw

streets of Manhattan. She could feel the cold wind through her coat, but she

eet Ethan Lancaster at his house. She hadn't seen him in two years, n

ere s

cking against the floors as she approached the private elevator. The security guar

rse, h

her nerves. When the doors finally opened, she stepped in

n she s

dence, and something darker,something she had once been addict

broke th

said, his voice

lied, placing her bag on the neare

ing that was quite a smile

s stomach twisted as she stepped forward, her eyes s

ge Con

d up. "You cann

, crossing his arms. "Oh, I am. Y

into fists. "Fi

e else," he said smo

just about a contract. This was abou

idea if she c

Or will she walk away again, knowing Et