Marion's eyes flickered with surprise when he spotted Kirsten—but it vanished quickly, replaced by cold, condescending scrutiny.
"I had my assistant book you a trip to the Maldives. Why are you here?"
His tone carried a quiet accusation, as if her failure to obediently "clear her head" per his arrangements was some kind of personal betrayal.
Before Kirsten could respond, Verena cut in, latching onto Marion's arm with mock affection.
"Kirsten, you're not here looking for a job, are you?"
She gave Kirsten a slow once-over, her tone dripping with sugar-coated venom.
"Lunos Tech is Ballard Group's biggest competitor. You just got fired—and now you're running here to help the enemy? Against Marion, of all people? He is your fiancé, remember."
That last word—fiancé—slipped out soft and sw
