Evelyn Hayes’s breathing hitched slightly.
She didn’t mishear.
It really was Christopher Harrison…
“How do you know him?” she asked, eyeing the hand Vivian had rested on her arm. Oddly enough, she didn’t feel the urge to pull away.
Was it that calming scent on Vivian, that seemed to make her whole body relax?
And she wasn’t wrong—Vivian had come prepared, wearing a scented sachet designed to soothe the mind and ease agitation. She was determined to figure out what was hurting Evelyn deep down.
“He’s kind of a campus crush at A University. The entertainment company I invested in just signed him.” Vivian wasn’t lying—while she founded FN, both the Knight Group and the Brooks family had stakes in it too. She wasn’t the only one calling the shots.
Evelyn gave a bitter sm
