Cecily's POV:
A fine rain fell outside, trickling down the window.
I was reviewing project documents in my office when the internal phone rang.
"Ms. Langford, there's a man downstairs asking for you. His surname is Renshaw," said my assistant, Emily Doran. "He doesn't have an appointment. He says he's family."
My fingers paused on the page.
"Have security escort him out. If he refuses to leave, call the police."
I hung up and went back to the statements.
I'd landed in Westhaven 2 weeks earlier and taken over the business here. Everything back home was in my lawyer's hands.
According to his emails, creditors had pushed Malcolm's company to the brink of bankruptcy. Yvonne had fled with the money, and the police were looking for her.
I'd expected him to run out of options. I hadn't e
