Celia's POV:
Mornings in Veldren were cold.
I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window in my office, coffee in hand. It had taken me just 3 days to settle back into the rhythm of work.
My assistant, Anna Pritchard, knocked and came in. "Ms. Fenton, the morning meeting starts in 10 minutes."
"All right. I'll be right there."
Halfway through the meeting, the receptionist opened the door, looking uncomfortable.
"Ms. Fenton, there's a Mr. Mercer outside who insists on seeing you."
My hand went still for a moment.
"Ask him to leave. If he refuses, call the police."
Just as I finished speaking, the door swung open.
Emmett stood in the doorway. His suit was badly creased, his chin covered in stubble, and his eyes bloodshot.
His eyes lit up when he saw me.
"Celia, I've finally found you."
