Reyona knew something was wrong the moment she stepped out of her office.
Actually, she had known seconds earlier.
She had been antsy since she got back to work, and she couldn’t settle down no matter what she did.
She had tried to contact CEO Jordan to ask him to persuade his partner or whatever she had to do not to let that asshole screw her over.
The personal line he had given her had gone straight to voicemail.
Michelle told her he wasn’t back in office yet.
“Oh, I can’t predict his movement,” was what the assistant said when Reyona asked if she knew when he would be back.
So, she was back to where she started from.
And the prospect of going back to the rental house for any culinary adventure holds about as much excitement for her as being poked in the eye.
So, like a caged li
