"Where the hell is Kiera?" Ethan Shaw's eyes swept across the manager's office, his knuckles whitening around the doorframe.
The manager wiped his brow. "Miss Summer and Miss Morgan stormed out half an hour ago."
"They saw each other?" Ethan's jaw clenched like a bear trap snapping shut.
A nervous nod. "They went at it like cats in an alley. Next thing I knew, Miss Summer quit on the spot. Boss, I already processed her resignation—"
"Let it be." Ethan forced a shrug, though the lie tasted like gasoline on his tongue. Of course she'd run. The moment Kiera discovered he owned this place, she'd vanished faster than champagne bubbles at a frat party. That trademark Summer pride—cutting ties cleaner than a guillotine.
The manager, no stranger to office drama, coughed pointedly. "Weirdest t
