The afternoon at Rochefort Group had returned to its usual rhythm by the time the sun began lowering behind the buildings across Montclair.
From Arianne's windows, the city looked calm. Streets filling with late-day traffic. Offices emptying. The light entering through the tall glass panes was softer now, spreading across her polished desk and the documents stacked in front of her.
She read the final page of a financial report and set it aside.
Across the room, Gio stood near the smaller table, organizing incoming correspondence. His tablet rested against one hand as he scanned emails that had arrived while she'd been in meetings.
The office was quiet. Most of the day's meetings had concluded. Activity on the surrounding floors had slowed. Occasional footsteps in the hallway. A door closing. But inside, the atmosphere was calm.
Gio glanced down at the screen. "You've received a message from the production company."
Arianne lifted her gaze. "The photoshoot?"
"Yes."
