So I did not scream.

I made his coffee, and I waited, and I won.

Chapter 11 — The Gala

The night of the gala, Julian wore his custom tuxedo and looked every inch the rising star of the firm, and I wore a floor-length navy gown, and we walked in together, and he had no idea he was walking into the last night of the life he’d been stealing.

Victoria was there, in an emerald gown, attending as part of the junior executive committee — and beneath her loose hair, I could see it, my sapphire, worn to a party thrown by the firm the two of them were robbing.