Emily woke to find Alexander already dressed, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows with a tablet in his hand. The morning light cast him in silhouette, making him look almost otherworldly—a dark figure against the glittering promise of Hong Kong below.
"Come here," he said without turning around, his voice carrying that tone of absolute command she'd learned meant something significant had happened.
Emily slipped out of bed, wrapping herself in the silk robe Alexander had provided—another piece of clothing he'd chosen for her, black and edged with lace. As she approached, he held out the tablet without looking at her, his attention fixed on the view beyond the windows.
The headline on the screen made Emily's breath catch:
"WESTBROOK INDUSTRIES COLLAPSES: Stock Crashes 87% in Overnight Trading Disaster"
