Harper went still. "Of course, Mrs. Ashcroft. I'm glad you're feeling better."
An awkward silence stretched between us.
I'd worked with Harper for three years. We'd attended the same meetings, filed into the same conference rooms, waited for the same elevators. But we'd never actually talked. Not like people. Just like colleagues whose paths occasionally crossed in the ecosystem of Ashcroft Group.
She'd been Kieran's executive assistant for years, I guess.
"I should get to work," I said. "The materials are in here. On the desk."
Harper followed me into the guest room.
"What would be most helpful?" Harper set her portfolio down on the chair. Pulled out an iPad Pro in a leather case. "I'm familiar with document organization and research compilation. I've assisted Mr. Ashcroft with sev
