The name meant something.
It took me a second.
Then I remembered.
Halston Capital.
Private investment.
Acquisitions.
Real estate.
Logistics.
Technology.
They were the kind of company you read about in business magazines when they bought entire companies before breakfast.
“What does Halston Capital have to do with her?”
“I don’t know.”
I stood.
“Where’s Gavin?”
“In Conference One.”
“With her?”
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“Almost ten minutes.”
Nina lowered her voice further.
“And Chris?”
“What?”
“I have never seen Gavin this scared.”
Twenty-five minutes later, I pulled back into the agency parking lot.
I told myself I was only going to collect my things.
Desk photos.
A notebook.
The headphones Lucy bought me for Father’s Day.
Maybe the ridiculous coffee mug Sophie had painted when she was six.
That was all.
I had no interest in begging for my job back.
When I walked through reception, every head turned.
