Top Diana Munoz Stewart Ad on facebook

Head full of steam, I march down sharp corridors lined with glass walls and busy attractive twenty-, thirty-, forty-, and fifty-somethings in power suits.. I won’t let Momma put my mission on hold. I don’t care that, thanks to my screwup, our targets moved their meeting location to Jordan—one of the few places on the entire globe where The Guild has no established cover. I near Momma’s office and her executive assistant—straitlaced Lorena of the cotton button-downs and starched pantsuits—blocks my path to the closed mahogany doors. She crosses her arms. “She’s busy.” Huh. A human barricade. Good thing I’ve been trained for such an event. I run straight at her. She squeaks but holds her ground. Kind of what I wanted. Veering left, I lift my booted foot, plant the arch against the edge of Lorena’s desk, toe into a leap, and vault over her. She ducks and cries out. Instant classic. I land with a thud.“Thanks, Lorena,” I say, pulling open the office door. She’s still sputtering vague threats as I close the door with a click. For a confused moment, I stand within the inner sanctum, a huge corner office with buttoned leather couches, two flat-screen TVs, a hulking Thor of a desk, and a well-stocked kitchen. The satisfied grin slips from my face. Momma isn’t alone. The man she’s with drives the air from my lungs. Built for a hot night of unforgettable, he has wild blond hair like a sandstorm, eyes the color of the ocean after a lazy day in the sun,