She lay there for a moment, her head fuzzy, and tried to remember how she’d gotten here. She’d been in her office, it had been late, and then she’d stopped for a drink with Christos. She didn’t remember anything after that. She must have been so tired she’d taken a taxi home and collapsed in her bed. She pushed herself up on an elbow, frowning as she did so. She would almost swear she could hear the ocean … Which was insane. She did not hear the ocean. There was no ocean in London. She yawned and rubbed her hand over her face. And then her heart began to race as she remembered what day this was. The shareholders’ meeting! She had to get dressed and get to the office before it started. Christos would be announcing his departure and she would be there to step up to the plate and take responsibility for the future of the company. She whipped the covers back and climbed from the bed—and then she stood there and wobbled for a moment. The room did not look familiar. In fact, it did not smell familiar.
