Sylvia's POV
By the time I made it back to Frost Enterprises, I’d mentally replayed this morning’s trainwreck of a confrontation more times than I cared to admit—each run-through making me cringe harder than the last.
Honestly, Zane Thorne was less of a man and more of a recurring nightmare with great cheekbones and zero boundaries.
The guy showed up like a bad Wi-Fi signal: right when you least needed him, and impossible to block.
No matter where I went, he managed to pop up—like he had me microchipped or something.
I half-suspected he’d made a blood pact with the universe to haunt me until I either forgave him or committed a felony.
"Sylvia?" Lily's voice pulled me from my thoughts.
She stood in my office doorway with a stack of reports, her expression concerned. "
