"I want this job," Rivera reminded herself. This would give her a paycheck that didn't come with a side of emotional blackmail.
Reagan was furious, and he had the tendency to act recklessly when she enraged him, even in the presence of people. Rivera knew this much.
She felt the heat of his anger before he even raised his voice. She knew that look. She’d seen it too many times in private. Here, in front of strangers, it was dangerous.
If she failed to control this situation right now, it'd blow up in her face and she'd have to bid farewell to this job and the freedom she enjoyed with no one knowing that she's married to Reagan Royce.
So she didn’t argue. Instead, she kept her expression neutral and professional.
“Mr. Royce,” she said gently, stepping forward half a pace, “I think ther
