The mansion had become quiet. A very tense, uncomfortable quiet.
Calvin stared at Victoria. Victoria smiled at him. But no one spoke.
This quiet stretched thin between two people pretending not to sharpen knives behind their smiles.
Victoria Vane stood near the grand piano now, slowly swirling the wine in her glass like she had all the time in the world.
Calvin remained near the entrance for a moment longer, loosening his cufflinks with slow movements.
But his eyes had gone colder. There was a pest in his home right now. And she was blonde.
“Penelope Adams,” Victoria repeated softly, tasting the name again. “Interesting girl.”
Calvin’s gaze lifted to hers instantly, “And why exactly are you talking about my employee?”
Victoria smiled faintly. “Employee?” she asked. “Is that all she
