She works for Morgan Wallen and she kind of hates him. He won't listen to anyone, let alone some assistant who thinks she knows how to handle this industry. When time changes their narrative of each other, late nights become long days and secrets become harder to keep.

Derek Morgan based One Shots.

Florence | In which Thomas Shelby seeks the comforts of a prostitute on a rainy drunken night, fueled by whiskey and the trauma left behind from The Great War. All the while, each managing to save the other without even realizing. Or In which Thomas Shelby falls in love with a whore. [Based on and inspired by my Thomas Shelby One Shot "Soft Hearted"]

Brynne Matthews didn't believe Martin Truex, Jr. when he told her who he was, but when she does, what happens when something random turns into a whole lot more?

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.