“I can explain,” Primrose heaved a deep breath, trying to sound calm despite the loud drumming in her chest. From the look on Sander’s face, there was no doubt that the man knew what kind of medicine was in his possession. “It’s not… It’s not what it looks like.”
Before he could open his mouth to respond, the telephone rang from the living room. The sudden sound shattered the tension in the air and made the Mortel Malls President sigh. He stood transfixed as the ringing continued. It was as if he didn’t want to delay discussing this matter.
“Aren’t you going to answer that first?” she asked.
“No, that’s not important.” He placed the medicine box back on the countertop and bit his lower lip. “You were saying?”
She rubbed a hand through the strands of her red hair. To say that she was
