Ann didn’t expect to see Richard again so soon.
But three days later, he was at her front door again.
This time, he wasn’t there for a talk.
This time, he came with a plan.
Ann opened the door slowly, unsure of what mood he was in. He looked serious. Dressed in a dark suit, hair slicked back, jaw tight.
“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice calm but firm.
Ann nodded and stepped aside.
He walked in and stood in the middle of the living room like he owned the space just like he owned everything else in his life.
But this wasn’t his company. This was her home.
She folded her arms across her chest. “What is it, Richard?”
He turned to her, looked her straight in the eyes. “I want you to move in with me.”
Ann blinked, confused. “What?”
“To the penthouse. I want you living there. As so
