“You aren’t listening to me,” said Raven, trying to swallow back her raw anger. She knew she was right about the inconsistencies she’d found in the data. And she knew it was important. Raven was a risk analyst: a specialized, every-second-counts sort of job where she made sure a given company’s money—in this case, huge amounts of money—were being managed safely, tailoring investments and predicting the market. And still, her direct supervisor barely looked up from his desk. “It’s your first day, honey. Don’t try to walk before you can run.”Raven could literally hear her teeth grinding. “I know what the data says.”“Watch your tone with me, miss. It’s five o’clock—Go get yourself a drink and celebrate your first day.”“But—”“We’re not discussing this right now.”She tried to make her angry rush look like a purposeful stride toward the elevator, but honestly—the whole day had been a wash. She didn’t care who knew it. Raven couldn’t believe how many
Raven tried to breathe normally, but the air already felt warm and stale, and she was at the end of her patience. She couldn’t help it. She made a low, frustrated growl that was halfway between a curse and a groan.The handsome man looked at her, actually looked at her, for the first time.“Rolling blackouts,” he said matter-of-factly. “Just about all the emergency power goes to the servers, of course. They’ll get to us eventually.”Raven laughed. The man looked surprised.“Sorry,” she said again. Why was she apologizing so much? “‘Eventually’ just seems to be the flavor of the day. Someone will take a look at that report ‘eventually.’ We’ll return your email ‘eventually.’” She sighed. “Let’s hope the building services are more responsive than the management.”The man’s dark eyebrows rose questioningly. “I’m curious. What do you mean?”Raven pushed the emergency call button, not that it would do any good. As cool and disinterested as her reluctant companio
When Raven stepped out into her new office space the next morning, the sun was barely peeking over the horizon, lighting up the grid work of city streets outside. This office was a different world than the drab bullpen of the day before. Instead of a maze of uniform desks with flat fluorescent lighting, there was an entire office, just for herself, with a window overlooking the skyline. Her name was already on the nameplate on the door. Still, it all didn’t feel real.She was dressed to match the change in circumstances. No more sensible blank-slate first-day outfit. She’d put time into her hair this morning, scheduled a manicure after work yesterday, and ensured she appeared composed and pristine. No one would doubt that she belonged here by looking at her. And she would make sure they knew that she did when they saw her work.Raven wasn’t cocky, but she was certainly confident. If you put an earnings sheet in front of her, she could decode it to dig out the company's narrative
*Kade’s POV* Kade Sinclair had all his attention focused on the documents Raven Cannon had brought to him. He read them twice, three times, and then a fourth until every detail was committed to memory. At last, he set the folder down and breathed out a long, settling sigh to bring his mind back into focus.There was no doubt Raven was absolutely correct. In a single workday, she had uncovered a patient but clumsy scheme that was operating under his nose — in one of his major subsidiary companies — for at least two years. It may have taken that long for the pattern of transactions to become apparent enough to be caught. Maybe. But he didn’t have that kind of leniency, not with himself or anyone else. This was a breach of his defenses, and it was unforgivable.At the end of Raven’s notes was a list of suspects—not that she called them suspects, per se. They were the operators within the company who COULD have authorized and orchestrated the transactions at such a high level.
Sharon, Andre, and Raven all arrived at work around the same time, just after sunrise, one week after Raven had started her new position.“Morning,” she smiled genuinely at them as they approached.“Morning,” Sharon echoed back, holding out the coffees she’d brought for Andre and Raven.“Is it Friday yet?” Andre fake-whined dramatically, making the two women laugh.Raven liked her coworkers very much, and she had the strong impression they liked her too. Already, they’d fallen into a comfortable pattern with each other, arriving around the same time in the morning and sharing a quiet warm-up to the day, chatting and getting themselves situated.Then the real work of the day began, and they buckled down in their separate offices until the catered lunch was delivered. Their relationship was less as casual coworkers and more as comrades in the trenches. The work they were doing was serious; they all knew that. At the same time, they all understood that they were under the sa
As Leo Baugh bought her her second shot, Raven knew going undercover might be going a bit too far.She was wearing her tightest, reddest party dress, resurrected from her undergrad days, only a few months before. It was easy enough to get into Leo Braugh’s company calendar via the official intranet, to find out he was heading to this club and when.He had no idea who she was, of course. Up until two weeks ago, she’d been a nobody barely dipping a toe in at the lowest rung of his company. And now, she, Sharon, and Andre barely saw anyone other than each other, Megan, and Kade at work.Kade. She tried not to let her mind wander back to the serious weight of his stare… the way it rooted you, commanded you. Or maybe, she should let her mind drift to him. After all, she was doing this for him. For his approval.Leo Braugh, senior associate at Kade’s own company, slipped an arm around her waist, letting his sweaty palm wander lower to her thigh. She let him. He was getting drun
Kade keyed in an access code and pressed his thumb to a reader, opening the way to a private elevator. This was his private entrance inside of one of the most exclusive and luxurious apartment buildings in the city. Raven knew it by sight, but just as the limo pulled away along the street, she found herself unable to think about the absurd amount of money it must cost to have this level of privacy in this specific building. All she could focus on was the tight hold of Kade’s arm around her waist, the unquestioning power of his muscles.She barely noticed the sleek gold of the elevator, its spotless over-large extravagance. All she could see was herself as a reflection in the pristine doors, pinned against the powerful, beautiful man beside her. She watched his hand slide upward, cupping and toying with one of her breasts through the thin fabric of the dress.Breathe, she thought, breathe.But just breathing was getting more and more difficult as she clung to him in turn, gr
Raven woke up from a deep, deep sleep, the luxury sheets bundled around her sticky, naked body like a cloud. She felt last night in every inch of her. Her muscles had the loose, pleasant sense of exhaustion, and the faint weight of a hangover hung suspended in her skull.Beside her in the massive bed was… empty space. Kade was gone.She couldn’t say she was very surprised; Kade hadn’t struck her as a breakfast-and-conversation type. Still, there was a vague sort of sadness about waking up alone, in the aftermath of all that… that…What could she even call it? Her college boyfriends had been either gentle and exploratory or eager and energetic. But Kade—he was something else entirely. Something she didn’t know quite how to think about. The unspoken dominance he communicated through his touch, the powerful flex of his muscles that left no space for argument, for challenge. She felt the shadow of that force, pressed against her skin, on her hips.As she rolled out of bed, she f