Chapter 25 The Games We Play

• Clara couldn’t decide if her life was getting more complicated or if it had always been this insane, and she’d just failed to notice. She was knee-deep in corporate espionage, emotional tension, and now, apparently, playing games with Julian Nightingale.
• Their partnership was a delicate balance—two sharp minds coming together, but only for the sake of survival. Julian, as smooth as always, always on the edge of being too perfect. And her? Well, she was far from perfect. She liked to stir the pot, make things interesting. And if that meant playing a little dirty, so be it.
• She stood outside the elevator, adjusting her blazer as she checked her reflection in the glass. Was she really doing this? Walking into a meeting with Julian that could either make or break them? A plan, a strategy—Miranda’s downfall.