Even from a distance, Ann was impossible to miss with that signature mane of long blond curls.
Zoe followed behind her.
The smile I’d been wearing a moment ago vanished without a trace. I frowned.
“What are you doing here?”
“What else would I be here for?”
Zoe strode over and dropped into one of the lobby chairs, her tone dripping with contempt.
“I’m here to throw some work your way. Aren’t you going to at least hear me out?”
Her gaze swept around the room, sizing up the place.
“Wow. You really couldn’t find somewhere a little less pathetic?”
I gave her a flat look.
“I’m off work. If you want a cooperation, go home and have your daddy set it up for you.”
Zoe was the heiress to some publicly traded conglomerate. I’d only found that out from William by chance.
No wonder
