Kingsley was halfway down the steps with Brandson at his heels when the front doors opened.
The heavy scent of perfume hit first, it was sickly sweet and applied way too much.
It was Janet.
She stepped inside draped in fur like she owned the place, heels clicking against marble with slow confidence. Her lips curved when she saw him, but the smile faltered when she registered the tension in the room—guards moving quickly, phones ringing, security screens flashing.
"What's all this?" she asked lightly. "Where are you rushing off to?"
Kingsley didn't slow or even spare her any glances, he didn't have time for her nonsense now.
"It's none of your business, so get the hell out of here."
She blinked once, caught off guard by the ice in his tone. "Kingsley, I—"
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