“Thank you, Arlo.” Tracy grabbed the box off the desk and I followed her to the elevator. I glanced back to see him rushing for the phone. Great. That probably meant company.

                The ride to the roof level felt like it was taking forever. When the doors finally creaked open I rushed up the small flight of stairs leading to the rooftop, Tracy still in tow. We came to a sprawling infinity pool flanked on either side by luxurious cabanas and I was relieved to see an unconscious Meegan laid out underneath one of them on the other end of the pool.

                “Tracy, get away from him!”...

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