The sedan hadn't moved in over an hour.
Neither had they. Mari sat behind the wheel, her hands loose in her lap, her eyes fixed on the entrance of the Rochefort Group building across the street. She was the calm one. The one who'd agreed to this plan because Rina had begged and Tess had sulked and someone had to drive.
"We should have brought snacks," Rina said.
"We've been here an hour. You said she'd be out in twenty minutes."
"I said the forum said she usually leaves around this time. That's not a guarantee."
"It's not a guarantee," Tess repeated from the backseat. "Nothing about this is a guarantee. We don't even know if she's in there."
"She's in there." Rina held up her phone. "The forum tracked her last three public appearances. She's been at Rochefort Group every day this week."
"The forum." Tess's voice was dry. "The same forum that said Noah was secretly married to his co-star from The Second Cut."
"That was one person. And she was banned."
