Mei Saves the Day

The tension in the air was palpable as the final day of the matchmaking convention dawned, thick enough to spread on toast. The competitors were down to their last challenge, and Julian Ashcroft was pulling out all the stops—literally, as he'd insisted on having every door stopper removed from the venue to create what he called a "seamless technological environment." Ava had spent the morning reviewing client profiles, fine-tuning her plans, and double-checking every detail with Ryan, all while trying to ignore the faint sound of Julian practicing his victory speech in the adjacent room.

"I swear he's gotten worse," Ava muttered, rifling through her notes for the tenth time. "Yesterday I heard him referring to himself in the third person."

Ryan, sprawled in a chair nearby, snorted into his coffee. "Classic villain behavior. Next thing you know, he'll be stroking a white cat and explaining his evil plan."