***Ivy***
I glanced, for the umpteenth time, at my wristwatch.
2:17 p.m.
Here I was, sitting in a quiet local coffee shop in the heart of the city, wearing oversized sunglasses and a silk scarf wrapped around my head to hide my identity. And that jerk was making me wait.
We had agreed to meet here specifically to finalise our contract and get it signed today. Yet, Idris was nowhere to be seen. Annoyance prickled across my skin like tiny needles. I tapped my fingers impatiently on the wooden table, the half-empty cup of latte growing cold beside me.
Just when I thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, the bell above the door chimed brightly. Jarett walked in, but he wasn’t alone. Renée clung to his arm like a trophy, both of them smiling and waving at the small crowd of reporters
