Chapter 4 — Naomi’s Secret Alliance

Naomi Pierce

Naomi Pierce leaned against the sleek marble bar, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the rim of her untouched martini glass. The dim lighting of the upscale lounge cast golden highlights over her auburn hair, now let loose from its usual professional updo. The room buzzed with the low hum of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter, but Naomi’s attention was fixed on the man seated across from her in the shadowed corner booth.