"Who are you?" Edmund's voice cut through the dark. Fiona froze with her phone over the bed, the light painting the ceiling white. "Smile," she said, voice low. "This is evidence." Estrella Moller laughed like a film clip. "Who are you to tell me to smile?" "I'm the woman who found your late-night party," Fiona said. "And the woman who called security. Tell your friends the cameras are rolling." Estrella's hand flew to her chest. "Security? I have security." "Not your kind," Fiona said. "Mine." A tall man in a tuxedo moved between them. "You can't be here. This is a private suite." "Then leave," Fiona said. She stepped to the edge of the bed and snapped the strap of Estrella's gown with one quick motion. Estrella's mouth opened and closed. Her cheeks flamed red. She yanked her hand to cover herself. "How dare you!" Estrella hissed. "Get out! Get out!" "Smile," Fiona repeated, holding her phone higher. "One photo. One upload. Leona Marshall loves surprises." The tuxedo's jaw tightened. "You can't blackmail Ms. Moller in Marshall Tower territory." Fiona didn't give him time. She shoved a shoulder into him and his knees folded. He hit the carpet with a sound that made someone cry out. "Marcus!" someone shouted from the doorway. "What the hell—" "Marcus's voice?" Estrella asked. Her tone turned mocking. "Is that supposed to be a name?" Fiona stayed in the suit and the voice. She