THIRTY-ONE
Gaia poured herself a cup of tea as black as her mood. She couldn't possibly have forgotten the contracts in order to satisfy her s****l desires, had she? Her mother would be appalled. Stewart would wear that triumphant smile that told her without words that she wasn't fit to run the family firm.
But he was wrong. Stewart could go suck eggs for all she cared. Gaia always put business before pleasure. Always. Her family fortune was far more important than some fling, even with that well-muscled Felix man.
She must have tucked them away somewhere safe.
Gaia managed to swallow exactly two sips of tea before she gave in and started searching. The papers weren't anywhere in the dining room or kitchen. She hadn't tucked them away in a cupboard or drawer. The lounge room wasn't hi
