Julian POV
“She went to a sales office to buy a place?”
I do not look up from the leather folder on my desk. My index finger taps the polished mahogany wood. One. Two. Three.
Ethan shifts his weight near the door. “Yes, sir. And the receptionist, Alya, was fired on the spot for being rude to her.”
My finger stops. The wood underneath feels ice cold. I close the folder with a sharp snap that echoes off the concrete walls of the office.
“Fired.” I stand up and pull down the cuffs of my shirt.
“The manager did it personally,” Ethan says. He takes half a step back, his eyes fixed on the floor. “To please her.”
“I will go take a look.”
I do not wait for him to open the door. I walk past him, my shoes clicking against the hard tile floor.
What is she planning?
Penelope does not buy pro
