(William’s POV)
Halfway to Angela’s executive office, I spotted her. She was speaking with a woman I’d never met in person but had heard about often enough to know exactly who she was—Kate. The Kate.
The one Angela always spoke of with that mix of admiration, gratitude, and trust. The one she called “dependable” when describing the rare people she could bet on without fear of disappointment.
Kate was a little taller than Angela, with long, light-colored curls and a charming smile. They were laughing about something, a moment so natural between them it almost felt like I was interrupting just by being in the same floor.
Angela’s gaze shifted mid-laugh, and when her eyes met mine, the brightness in her face seemed to shine even more.
She touched Kate’s arm in a hurried, “give me a mome
