This was my first time visiting Luzie's office.
Half of me was here because Zara was visiting, and the other half because of Luzie's assistant, Amelie.
That aggravating woman had been hounding me since yesterday afternoon, flooding me with calls and messages on everything from Hall Holdings' future to my personal reputation, urging me to distance myself from Karoline and maintain a "positive relationship" with Luzie.
Office lines, my private number, the landlines at my villa—even the numbers of my five assistants were buzzing with her constant calls.
'Typical of Luzie's employee,' I thought. 'Annoying, just like her.'
"Can you really not see any benefit to getting along with your wife?"
Her exasperated voice blasted from my phone first thing this morning.
It made me think of Zara, w
