Chapter 57

• At this moment, exhaustion weighed on me like a lead blanket. My legs trembled as I sank onto the leather couch inside Rafael's expansive office. Proper decorum was the last thing on my mind. It had been a whirlwind of flights, high-stakes meetings, and late-night strategy sessions, and I was struggling to keep up.
• Rafael leaned back against his sleek mahogany desk, arms crossed, watching me with an amused smirk. “You look like you’ve been running on fumes. How long did it take you to get here?”
• “Five days,” I exhaled, stretching my sore shoulders. “I barely slept. But I’m fine. My driver, on the other hand, might be considering retirement.”