MAXWELL’S POV
"I still can't believe you told Isabella to check the vending machine for change."
Chuckling while placing the heavy takeout bag on the marble kitchen island felt incredibly satisfying. The penthouse was entirely quiet with the lights dimmed low to perfectly match the glittering skyline outside. Having been a very long but highly successful day meant the Tokyo merger was ninety-nine percent complete, the board was temporarily pacified, and Andrea—my fake fiancée who was rapidly becoming my entire world—had single-handedly dismantled my ex in the breakroom.
Loosening my tie to pull the silk knot completely free and tossing it casually onto the barstool allowed me to walk around the island to where Andrea was sitting.
Perched comfortably on the stool while resting her chin
