A new assistant walked in carrying an armful of lush red roses and a box of elegant pastries, her face bright with envy.
"Mr. Harding is so good to you. He has fresh flowers delivered every single day and all these desserts specially prepared so you won't go hungry at work."
I looked at the sickeningly sweet macarons and mousse cakes. I looked at the roses I'd never liked, the same ones that always showed up on June Fox's social media. A hollow smile tugged at my lips.
I didn't have a sweet tooth. I hated red roses. Patrick knew that better than anyone.
"Just set them over there."
My voice was flat. I gathered my things and walked out.
The assistant was still chattering behind me.
"Ms. Fox, you're so lucky. Mr. Harding only has eyes for you..."
Lucky?
I walked out of Harding Group. The evening wind hit my face, and my eyes burned.
My phone buzzed. A name I hadn't seen in eight years lit up the screen.
Maurice Sanchez.
On the other end, I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Eight years before you finally called. Much later than I expected. I'll come get you tomorrow."
I shook my head, my gaze steady.
"Give me a week. There's something I need to take care of first."