Amelia sat in the back of the cab, her mind a whirl of confusion and apprehension. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the city outside into a watercolor of grays and blues. The name Margaret Whitmore tumbled through her thoughts, a complete mystery that demanded resolution. She clutched her phone with a grip so tight her knuckles whitened.
Arriving at the towering office of Sullivan & Cromwell, Amelia was met by a receptionist who ushered her into a sleek conference room. It was an entirely different world from the stifling room she’d just left, filled with an air of importance and power. Her heart beat a nervous rhythm as she waited for some clarity to emerge from the fog of her day.
