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said anything about Nicholas having a brother.
    “Did something happen to him?” I ask.
    Stefan smiles sadly. “He passed away in an accident.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be. It’s good to remember him. I never understood why Nicholas wanted to bury his memory. As if him dying wasn’t enough of a loss.”
    I can’t help but think of my parents in Los Angeles. I don’t know what I’d do without them. I never had any siblings but I always thought having a sister would be kind of cool.
    “Well, I better get going. I’m meeting an investor for dinner,” he says, checking his watch.
    “Goodnight, Mr. StoneHaven.”
    “Goodnight, Rebecca.”
    The top level of the building is guarded with an access code. A code that you have to type into the keypad and then have your fingerprint scanned. Each time I make my way up here, it still surprises me that the machine recognizes my fingerprint. I feel like a secret agent on my way to my secret hiding place. The elevator doors usher open, revealing a large office the size of a conference room. My nipples involuntarily pucker as I step out of the elevator. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m not sure if it’s from the cold temperature of the room, or the thought of seeing him again. I’m going with option A.
    This isn’t my first time being up here, but it feels like it. I don’t think I’ve ever stood here long enough to admire my surroundings. The office is decorated with what seems like furnishings for an apartment: a sofa, a bookcase, a desk, and picture frames. Each frame holds photos of Nicholas, a younger girl, and another handsome blond who I can only assume is Alex. There are even a few of Tristan Knight, Nicholas’s best friend who I met at Riptide. I walk over to the bookcase centered in the middle of the room. There has to be more than a thousand books here. I trail my fingers over the top row of books and find myself a bit surprised to see so many classic novels – everything from David Copperfield to Sherlock Holmes . Nicholas doesn’t strike me as the type to be a voracious reader, despite his father’s company.
    I turn to find Nicholas watching me from his desk.
    “Ms. Gellar, I’m glad to see you here.” I sense a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “There’s something I would like you to do.”
    “Of course, anything.”
    “The company has our annual gala coming up in January. I need you to submit the insurance documents for the venue, mail the final check payment, and confirm with their event coordinator for the 30th of January. We were going to have it on the 31st but I’m leaving for France that day. Which reminds me. I need you to book my flight.”
    “Where is the venue?”
    “It’s the Museum of Natural History.”
    “Oh. I’m sure that will be incredible.”
    “It’s one of the biggest events for our company. Please make sure to confirm for the 30th. I can’t miss this trip.”
    “I need to speak with you about the upcoming Lit For Kids event next week.”
    “What about it?” he asks, sounding irritated.
    “Well I went ahead and accepted the invitation. I saw that you were free that night and they called asking for your presence.” More like begging.
    “Ms. Gellar, I would prefer if you didn’t accept invitations without directly asking me first.”

I stare at the tablet in front of me as I scroll through my work e-mail. Each morning there’s at least fifty new messages that need my attention. For every dent I make, three more e-mails follow. It’s like trying to put out a fire by randomly sprinkling water on it. It does shit. I’m happy that Rebecca has exceeded my expectations by at least organizing this monstrous thing. She’s labeled everything into folders, but it still requires some attention. I don’t know why my last assistant, Wendy, had such a hard time trying to figure out a filter process, but I guess I can’t judge her too harshly. I didn’t exactly hire her because she was good with computers. I hired