Angelica stepped into the elevator, heart practically bubbling with sweetness.
Most people had to book an appointment just to see Mr. Reid—but her? She just had to say her name and someone personally escorted her up.
That sense of privilege calmed her nerves and boosted her confidence.
Standing in front of the office door, she smoothed her hair, flashed a self-satisfied smile, and knocked gently.
"Logan, may I come in?"
…
Meanwhile, inside the office—
Selina blinked, eyes scanning the room as if looking for… a hiding spot.
Logan narrowed his eyes. "What are you looking for, Mrs. Reid?"
Selina lowered her voice. "A place to give you and Angelica some private time. Aren't I the most thoughtful wife ever?"
Clearly, Angelica was here for something, and if Selina was in the room, she might not say it.
Curiosity got the better of her—she was dying to know what Angelica wanted, so she decided she'd just hide and eavesdrop.
