Joanne's breath hitched—Zane Grey stood mere feet away, his presence as jarring as shattered glass.
Still, she'd steeled herself for this inevitable collision course long before entering VentureOne's power center—knowing their paths would cross again.
Her stilettos clicked with manufactured confidence as she approached Quinn. "Miss Bennett."
Zane's gaze turned predatory, locking onto her like laser sights. "What are you doing here?"
Quinn remained seated, her smile as tranquil as a still pond. She watched expectantly, deliberately withholding explanation.
Catching the cue, Joanne flashed her most polished boardroom grin. "Mr. Grey, I'm interviewing for executive secretary. Perhaps you might grace me with your recommendation?"
His expression darkened like gathering stormclouds as he t
