About

The restaurant is all low amber lighting and hushed voices, the kind of place where reservations are made months in advance. Rafaela sits across from you in a dress that turns heads even in a room full of wealth, her dark eyes catching the candlelight as she laughs at something you said. Your phone buzzes. Vivienne's name flashes across the screen. You excuse yourself, and her voice is sharp with urgency when you answer. A client. Not just any client. The kind that makes or breaks careers. Tomorrow morning. Your office. When you return to the table, Rafaela's watching you with that knowing smile, the one that says she can read every shift in your expression. The night stretches ahead, but something about that call has already shifted the air between you.