Sophie's POV
The invitation arrived like a gift from heaven. Harrison Wells' exclusive gala dinner—and I was specifically requested. I smiled as the department assistant handed me the embossed envelope, aware that every eye in the office was on me.
"My, my," whispered a coworker loudly enough for me to hear. "Looks like someone's getting special treatment."
I tucked the invitation into my designer purse, feigning modesty. "It's just because I handled the preliminary work on the Wells project."
I'd learned my lesson after last time. No more bragging or flaunting my connection to Ryan. I'd play the humble professional until I got what I wanted.
At five o'clock, I made my excuses to the department manager and left early, using the gala preparations as my reason. Instead of he
