CLAYTON'S P.O.V
For the first time since I could remember, Aunt Stephanie's presence didn't register in my mind as she yapped on and on.
I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying, not when my mind was still playing my conversation yesterday with Yvonne in a loop.
The first rays of morning sunlight brightened my entire office, making the coral blue and white look sharper. Light spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a fine gold hue on the glass.
I kept my office spacious and the furniture minimal, with two shelves and a large desk that was a slab of white marble.
I had two doors to my office. The First was connected directly to my private elevator that only my business partners, board members, and family members could access
That was my preferred entrance and e
