Eleanor is laughing with a man.
The live camera feed from her tracking detail shows her throwing her outside a perfume store. Her head forward, mouth open in a wide, uninhibited grin, while her soft, small palm covers her lips. She is laughing with a strange man who is looking down at her like...
Hold on.
He has his head tilted at a deliberate angle, a familiar smile tugging fondly at the corner of his lips, while his eyes are downturned—staring directly down at my woman.
I take a deep, measured breath, my jaw clenching as I pick up my personal phone.
“We can look into selling off the underperforming asset stalls...” one of the board members begins to suggest.
“Meeting dismissed,” I announce flatly, standing up without waiting for a single word of reply from the room.
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