Vince’s expression remained as static as a stone wall. "Madam, Master Xavier is waiting for you to deliver that lunch."
Chloe sighed. Sometimes, a bodyguard is more helpful when they aren't quite so diligent.
Stepping into the Bishop Group headquarters felt like walking through a ghost of her former life. The staff all recognized her—the "First Socialite" with the striking, high-fashion features. She was ushered to the executive floor without a security pass or a word from the secretaries. Standing before the massive mahogany doors of what used to be her father's office, she took a steadying breath and knocked.
When she pushed the door open, Xavier was a silhouette of intense focus behind the desk, framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows of River City. He spared her a fleeting glance bef
