Orlena's POV
My eyes shifted across the room to the man and the two others who had entered with him.
I waited, paused like a predator crouched in the grass, waiting for its prey to walk by.
My brows drew together in curiosity as I studied them, trying to put all the pieces together and see if they aligned.
Joan, who was still in the room, had tidied up her face with a handkerchief as though she wasn't the same woman who had been shedding tears a few minutes ago and manipulating Brent into almost pulling the roof down over my head.
She stood up quickly and reached for her bag.
“I need to go now. There's an executive meeting at the office. I have to be present,” she said in a hurry.
She pecked Brent on the cheek, picked up her bag from the chair, and headed for the door.
Our eyes m
