Lucien.
Stephanie Russo was back. But that wasn’t what bothered me, it was her presence at Cross Estates. She rarely ever visited, but today she came looking for me.
“Let her in.” I replied to the receptionist over the telecom.
She had been made to wait in the lobby during my meeting and I could already imagine how furious she was. It was a miracle she hadn’t created a scene.
As expected, the door flew open a few minutes later and there she was. Red lipstick, hair in a ponytail, a dress so short you could see everything if she bent forward, and heels that cradled her legs in straps. She pointed a glare at me, one that could cut daggers into my skin.
“I was made to wait at the lobby for eleven minutes.” She walked closer, no hint of a smile on her face.
I sat there watching her every
