Chapter 22

• Natalie hurried into the living room. She had so much to pack. It was going to be a three-day trip. It could be more, though, depending on the Arc de Triomphe Ventures' compliance.
• Her pointy heels made clicking sounds as she ascended the stirs.
• She didn't pay attention to Roan's room when she passed. He was certainly not at home. He should be at work. His company's previous project was coming to an end. They had succeeded in making a self-driving luxury Porsche car they had been working on for months now and they were preparing for the launch.