CORINNE
“Mrs. Delacroix?”
My heart nearly climbed out of my throat, but my chest caved in with a staggering wave of relief when I realized it wasn’t Lucian’s baritone.
I fumbled the ghost drive into my pocket, my fingers brushing my phone to make the movement look natural just as the switch was flicked on and the office flooded with light.
“Hi Aaliyah.”
She stood by the door, her eyes darting from me to the desk with visible suspicion. “What are you doing in here?” she asked, then almost as an afterthought, she added a quick, “Ma’am.”
I casually moved around the desk. “I was looking for Lucian. I wanted to speak with him.”
“In the dark?”
I leaned against the edge of the table, crossing my arms to hide the slight tremor in my hands and I arched a brow. “Do I need to explain that to
