The Artemis rooftop garden sat high above the city, tucked between the executive penthouse and the upper mechanical levels of the tower. Beyond the railing, the recovering city stretched toward the horizon beneath a sky slowly turning violet.
Galathea Brooks lounged in one of the outdoor chairs with a glass balanced loosely in her hand.
Across from her, Seraphina Vale occupied another chair, one leg crossed over the other as she watched office lights flicker on throughout the city.
For the first time all week, neither woman was working.
Neither was planning a wedding.
Neither was solving a crisis.
It felt suspiciously peaceful.
"I caught Jill threatening one of the interns today," Seraphina said.
Galathea glanced over. "Why?"
"He tried to organize her filing system," Seraphina widened her eyes.
Galathea winced.
"Exactly," Seraphina said.
A laugh escaped Galathea. "Did he survive?"
"Barely," Seraphina chuckled.
Galathea lifted her glass. "To Jill."
