Penelope POV
"John, I came here to talk business," Kimberly spat.
Her fingers clawed into her designer leather handbag. The strap creaked under the pressure. She pulled her shoulders back, trying to anchor her heels into the marble floor of the lobby.
John did not even look at her. He adjusted the cuff of his jacket. His thumb flicked against the silver link.
"You are in no position to talk business," John said. He did not raise his voice. He kept his tone flat, freezing the air between them. "We do not have time to babysit nobodies."
Kimberly flinched. The mask of her heavy makeup tightened around her mouth.
John turned his head two inches toward the front desk. "Annie. Call security. Have her escorted out of the building immediately."
"Yes, sir," Annie said.
The receptionist hit
