Chapter 152

• As I stepped out of Evergreen Tower the exclusive executive wing of Monarch Global I ran straight into Rafael. Literally.
• He looked like hell.
• Still in the same rumpled designer suit from the previous day’s press conference, shirt untucked, tie hanging loose around his neck, his jaw shadowed with the kind of stubble that said he hadn’t looked in a mirror, much less slept. The stale scent of whiskey, fatigue, and too many late nights clung to him.