Elena found Jenny sitting at her desk outside Alexander's office, her fingers lightly drumming against her keyboard.
Skirts swishing with each determined stride, she walked right across to her. Jenny looked up and smiled politely. "Ms. Harrington. How can I help you?
Elena dispensed with the formalities. She leaned forward, her tone taking on an edge, but low-pitched, like silk wrapping a dagger. "Jenny, I need some answers. Now."
Jenny's smile wavered under Elena's tension. She straightened in her seat, and her businesslike façade slipped for a fraction of a second. "Of course. What would you like to know?"
Elena’s eyes narrowed as she glanced towards Alexander’s closed office door, then back to Jenny.
"I want to know if you've noticed anyone—specifically any woman—visiting Alexander
