YVONNE'S P. O. V
Mr Voss seemed different, uptight today, more closed off.
He hadn't smiled once or thrown a casual compliment my way. This morning, I made an attempt to start a conversation, but his phone rang and I lost the little courage I had summoned
I fumbled with my purse as we entered the sleek black car waiting outside the villa. Today we were meeting with some jewelry designers who wanted to merge their brand under the SilverThorn group to gain more sales and reputation.
Mr Voss ended his call, a frown formed between his perfectly arched brows as he read a text message. I tried peeping to see what had him so unsettled, but I couldn't make out the tiny words on his screen.
Today, a quiet tension clung to Mr Voss like a shadow, It shouldn't have bothered me this much, but it d
