(Lily's POV)
My attention kept drifting back to the text message all day as I worked. I was scared shitless. Who was it from, and what did the person want from me?
I knew it couldn't be Zayne because he texted me about the news. He told me not to panic, and that he'd meet me later.
Some weird part of my brain was telling me that Hugo had somehow figured I was responsible for the murder of his wife, but I brushed the thought aside.
There was no way that was possible... right?
And Orlando had been very curt with me. He wasn't acting like the man I spent the night with, but then again, maybe he just wanted to act professional. This was a workplace, after all.
I tapped my foot uncomfortably as I went through the stack of files on my desk.
Occasionally, Paige would pass by and throw me a
