Book 2. Chapter 1

The alluring aroma of cinnamon swirls around the air, illuminating the hint of pencil-on-paper as I finish my latest project.

I looked up from my computer, that was hot from the many hours I was working on it, to only see my college friend and boss Ximena Vasilios standing in the doorway of my office. She shook her head lightly as she walked over towards me.

She was the definition of beauty and brains. With long tanned legs, shiny blonde hair, and light green eyes, she got tons of requests from modeling agencies when we were in college and even after we graduated.

They stopped sending her requests when they noticed that she was totally not interested in becoming a model, instead she chose the path of business.

"Is that cinnamon roll?" I asked, pointing at the brown paper bag that she was holding.

The smell of cinnamon was so strong that there's no doubt that it wasn't a cinnamon roll.

"Dammit, how did you know?" she asked defeated, handing me the