"You hit my car?" Gunnar's voice cut through the rain as he folded the umbrella and stepped inside. Joy froze with the torn sticky note in her hand and the elevator bell still ringing. She had left a paper apology under the windshield wiper of the black sedan because her bike had clipped the bumper and she had panicked. She had not meant to leave a mess at StreamWave Tower, of all places. "Joy?" Lexi's voice crackled in her ear. "Are you calling me crying because you scratched a billionaire's car?" "I didn't mean to—" Joy started, then swallowed. She could hear the rain on the umbrella, the muffled cadence of people moving faster than usual, and the distant hum of a security camera. "It's outside Riverside. I left a note. It was the only thing I could do." "Leave a note?" Lexi's tone was half laughter, half scolding. "Girl, you left a note? You can't leave a note in Harbor City. You have to face it. You have to apologize like a proper human." "I couldn't find anyone," Joy said. "There were too many people. The driver wasn't there. I thought—" "That is not how you handle a luxury sedan with a scratch," Lexi said. "You do not leave paper and run." A cab pulled up and a woman in a gray coat brushed past Joy without looking. Joy folded the sticky note, stuffed it in her pocket, and walked