At exactly 3:07 a.m my phon

Twenty-eight years old. Beautiful in the polished, strategic way Los Angeles manufactures beautiful women. The kind who wore innocence like designer perfume and mastered the art of appearing supportive while slowly positioning herself at the center of powerful men’s lives.

The same woman Ethan once introduced at a charity gala as:

“The most loyal employee in the company.”

I still remembered the way she smiled at me that night.

Too confident.
Too familiar.