The ball allowed Emma to take stock of Jareel's security measures and how many bodyguards the new boss would keep at his side on a regular basis. She also noticed some nifty new alerts which must have been the reason she was warned away from making a move at that party. Her boy Trent certainly knew how to spy, and she thought it would be nice gesture to thank him personally.

She set up the meeting and waited in a cafe across the street from the arranged place, watching her messenger politely browse magazines on a newstand, then give the hand signal. She walked over and took the arm of the sandy-haired man, who joined her without missing a beat. As they walked away, he stopped abruptly.

"It's you."