Anabella's POV:
The high-end boutique was on Fifth Avenue and operated by appointment only. The entire floor was so quiet that only soft background music played. I had ordered a deep blue gown for the upcoming NeuraCore investors' gathering.
The sales associate was wrapping it up for me when I suddenly heard voices from the VIP fitting room next door. Two women were talking, not loudly, but the store was so still that I could catch most of what they said.
"Bowden's been so busy lately looking for new investment projects. I'm exhausted just keeping up with him."
That was Analia's voice!
"How many years have you been playing assistant to that man?" The other voice sounded lazy, with a nasal drawl. "Let me think—you came back from Eumaria and went straight to him. That was a few years ag
