Chapter 120

• The rooftop lounge of the temporary operations center was cold too cold for comfort. We huddled near the small propane heater someone had dragged up from the catering floor, trying to stay warm with lukewarm coffee and chapped lips.
• Cassandra sat with a grace only inherited power could teach heels crossed neatly beneath a tailored coat, her tablet in one hand, stylus spinning between her fingers. Across from her, Violet adjusted the collar of her wool trench coat, eyes scanning the financial reports still streaming in from the East Division.
• “Any update?” Cassandra asked quietly, not looking up.