Chapter Thirty-four: The Dinner That Never Happened
Francheska finally stepped out of Nathaniel’s office, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor, her smile cool and composed. Rachel stood from her desk, pretending to sort through documents, but her eyes darted to the woman who had just exited like she owned the place. Francheska offered a polite nod and left without another word.
Rachel’s fingers fidgeted with the corner of a file, her heartbeat rising in tempo. She waited until the office door shut again before walking to it and knocking lightly.
Nathaniel’s voice answered, “Come in.”
She stepped inside, her voice light but curious. “Who was that woman?”
Nathaniel looked up from his laptop, his expression unreadable for a moment before softening. “She’s just a business partner
