THE MAFIA BOSS SAW HER LIMPING IN A BOARDROOM—AND ASKED THE ONE QUESTION HER BOYFRIEND FEARED MOST

Inside, the lobby gleamed with marble and recessed lighting. Security nodded without really seeing her. The elevator carried her up twenty-three floors to the operations department, where spreadsheets and conference calls filled the long hours between waking up afraid and coming home afraid.

Her desk sat near the windows. She liked looking down at the continue reading …