When Ophelia received Magnus call, she was in the middle of an interview at a new company.
She was the daughter of a senior executive at a publicly listed corporation. Relying on that connection, she had always lingered at the edges of high society.
She was never satisfied with being just another socialite. What she truly wanted was the position of Mrs. Rowe.
Magnus had given her that illusion.
Over the phone, his voice was as calm as the Dead Sea. “Come see me.”
She pouted playfully. “Right now? But I’m busy...”
“Now,” he cut her off. “Otherwise, I guarantee that your father’s company will hit the limit down on the Vancouver stock exchange tomorrow.”
Ophelia's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly relaxed again.
During the six months she had been with Magnus, she had grown used to
