Katherina couldn’t quite process what was happening. Just yesterday, she was a nameless face in a skyscraper full of people too busy to notice her. Now, the most powerful man she knew, Michael Owen, was looking at her as if she were the most important person in the world. Her heart raced, caught between disbelief and hope.
“Get in,” Michael urged gently. As if in a trance, she stepped into the car, sinking into the plush leather seat. The driver pulled away smoothly, leaving the towering building—and the scene of her unexpected heroism—behind.
