"Since Assistant Navarro doesn't believe me—" Eva raised her glass in a mocking toast, challenge glittering in her eyes. "Let's wait and see."
At exactly five o'clock, Sara arrived at the Harding Group's underground parking garage.
Adrian could neglect her, but she couldn't neglect him. One misstep, and the fragile peace she'd repaired would shatter.
She didn't go up. She sat in the car, waiting.
Because of her former status as his assistant, Sara rarely appeared at the company after their marriage. A Cinderella story of an assistant marrying the CEO looked inspirational on the surface, but behind closed doors, it attracted scorn.
Perhaps being back at her old workplace triggered the memories. Sara's mind drifted to their wedding.
After his breakup with Eva, Adrian had become a machine. Four hours of sleep a night. Every other second filled with high-intensity work until his body nearly collapsed.
Sara, as his assistant, had been the one picking up the pieces.
In his hotel suite, Adrian had asked her without preamble: "I heard you need money."