“Get in.”

I got in.

The automatic locks clicked shut, sealing out the storm and the men both, and only then, in the sudden quiet of the leather interior, did I turn and actually look at the man beside me, and recognize his face.

Flynn Sterling-Vance.

The founder of Meridian Capital — the firm that had, that very morning, purchased the majority of Sterling Global’s corporate debt.

Of all the cars on all the roads outside my stepmother’s estate, I had thrown myself in front of the one man in the world whose interests had just, that day, become entangled with mine.