It was late fall, nearly winter, and there was a chill in the air. Elodie wore a beige sweater and a skirt, with her hair in a bun. After washing up and putting on a little soft, understated makeup, she came downstairs.
The unfamiliar man in the living room looked vaguely familiar. She raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and said, "You're... Damian's assistant... Leo?"
They had crossed paths a few times without much interaction. It had been so long that Leo was flattered she remembered him.
He quickly nodded. "Good morning, ma'am."
There was no denying how handsome Damian was, and his assistant wasn't bad-looking either, with pleasant features and a clean-cut air.
Elodie looked him over. "Did Damian send you?"
"Yes. Mr. Waverly is still taking care of a few things at the office.
