Zack’s POV
“Bree Armstrong. The lady at the s*x party.” Alistair leans against my mahogany desk. “Bree Armstrong.”
My heart burns with delight, my eyes glisten with warmth. He piques my interest so easily that I set down the work tablet and give him my undivided attention.
“That name,” I relax in my seat and, run the tips of my fingers, running through memory lane. “Why does it feel like I’ve heard that name?”
“That's because she’s the wife of Mr. Greg Armstrong.”
I shrug. “Mrs. Armstrong is obviously married to Mr. Armstrong.” I play it off. “Am I supposed to know that name?”
He nods.
“Not exactly. But you remember the Hon. Greg in your bad list?” He pauses. When I don't pick it up, he goes again. “The one who built his empire on Coke?”
Oh!
It rings a bell!
It's easy to know
