The morning after Richard's summons from the police, Evelyn arrived at Ashford Pharmaceuticals before eight.
She still wasn't used to people standing when she entered a room.
"Good morning, Mrs. Morrison," the receptionist greeted.
Evelyn smiled politely.
"Just Evelyn for now."
The woman nodded. "Of course."
She wasn't "Mrs. Grayson" yet.
The wedding was tomorrow.
It felt surreal that in less than twenty-four hours, her life would change again.
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Anthony was already in the executive conference room, reading through a stack of reports.
"You skipped breakfast," he said without looking up.
Evelyn blinked.
"How do you know that?"
"You walked in carrying coffee instead of food."
She glanced at the cup in her hand.
"I suppose that gave me away."
"It usually does."
He slid a p
