Stina looked up to see a girl in a strappy dress swagger into the room, her figure striking and her energy brimming with youthful vivacity.
Before Stina could wrap her head around the situation, the girl’s expression darkened the moment their eyes met. “Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my cousin’s office? Where is he?”
Stina’s stomach twisted with unease. Not knowing who this girl was, she hesitated to respond, instead glancing toward the secretary for some guidance.
“Ms. Thomas, Mr. Miller is currently in a meeting. Perhaps you’d like to wait in the lounge?” the secretary said, her tone polite but tinged with exasperation. It was clear this woman was a walking headache she’d do anything to dodge.
“No, I’ll stay right here. And who is she?” Zakeria tossed her bag onto the so
