He had watched her wait, sitting, and fuming repeatedly a while ago in her perfect office gown. Even when she was stressed, Sheila was the kind of woman who could take a man’s breath away.
Arthur had asked Fleur to cancel the meeting. Not because he wanted to play games, but because he couldn't meet her in such a public setting. The moment she walked in; he had already spotted the paparazzi lurking nearby.
And now, the second his elevator dinged open, there she was, sitting with her back to him, scrolling through her phone with visible frustration.
"He said Arthur Wilson Hotel… why can't I find it?" she muttered under her breath, clearly growing impatient.
Her table was bare, untouched. She had no food, no drink, just her phone and a determined look on her face as she furiously searche
