ront of the towering glass-and-steel mon

of reporters descended on the vehicle like vulture

abbed the insulated breakfast

ely shoved into her face.

r named Grant Fletcher shouted over the din, practically shoving his recorder again

ety. She had screamed at them, swatted the cameras away, and stormed into the buildin

her posture impeccable in her beige dress.

etcher's microphone down w

perfectly over the crowd. "My husband is waiting for me t

he words my husb

ey stared at her, completely thrown off balance. This wasn't the hostile, Damon-h

past them, flanked by the building's security gua

expanse of white marble and chrome. Elliana walk

all of professional caution. "Mrs. Stirling," the receptionist said, though her eyes h

," Elliana said, keepi

but Mr. Stirling is in a crucial board meeting. He l

Damon was actively avoiding her, ass

d screaming, Elliana simply nodded. "That's

ther sofas in the waiting ar

nowing how to handle this calm, complia

placed the breakfast bag neatly on the glass

lobby. Employees walked by, casting covert glances at the CEO's n

ana's back ached slight

P elevator echoed through the lobby.

rling ste

poke charcoal suit that hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. His face was a masterpiece of sharp ang

on, walked closely beside him, leaning

stantly snapped towa

h his icy facade. He had expected her to be screaming at the front desk. He had expected shattered

flashing through the deep, dark depths of his eyes. But he quickly forced it down, his expression hardening back into an impenetrable mask. He fi

eyes darting nervously between her and

ana stood up. She didn't run, bu

he glass door open for his boss, Ellia

The executives s

e chips of black ice. There was no warmth,

t look, but she forced her brightest smile. S

tural, as if they did this every day. "I knew you